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 {These two are about Competition.  Could have just as easily been
pseudo-gay football players, instead of pseudosapphic soccer girls, (And
mom.) Co-escalation, the rivalry among other things driving more, and
sicker abuses, as a game.  The goal is being "The man." The mythical
dominant assertive fucker.

   The prize for submitting, failure is to be fucked, hard, to explosive
orgasms.  Ultrasex, molestation, and rape.  In the locker room, between
soccer girls, and related women.  So, trigger warnings throughout...}

   Lonnie {Also a continuity note: The mother named her after her
ex-girlfriend.  Her first girlfriend, Elanore.}

   First she said she didn't "Feel well." She let me drive, finally!  I'm
gonna get my learner's permit next year, so I didn't think about it right
away.

   "Uh, Mom!?" We just won, my first game, and then she starts creeping me
out.  You know, mom questions, about the other girls on the team.  "I don't
know, it's only the second game." Well, counting practice.  Knowing them,
practice is at least as good as playing a game.

   "What about your coach?"

   "Well, she's kind of a bossy bitch, but the girls say she just pushes us
to be our best."

   She laughed, but then then the real creepy questions.  If she looked at
the girls, in the locker room, or the shower?  "No, she wasn't even in
there."

   "In her office?"

   "Well, up in the gymnasium, and then in her office, after the game. 
Why?"

   "Oh, no reason."

   "Why are you talking like," she died inside?  "That?" Like dad does,
about war.

   "No reason." She doesn't even.  No, eyes on the road.  "She didn't, have
anyone in there, with her.  Did she?"

   "OMG, you don't." She does, "She's not a child molestor?" Is she?  "I.
Mean?"

   "Huh, I don't know, we just.  Used to play, soccer together."

   "Is that what you called it back then?" Good, she snapped out of it, I
was worried.  "Let me pull over." There's a space.  I stuck my tongue out,
chewed on it, and I did all right.  My first time, trying to parallel park.

   "Oh," she got out, so I stepped on the brake.  "Let me do it."

   "No," she slammed the door, "MoOM!?" She just, ignored me!  So, I hit
the lock, and rolled down the window.  Looked at the gear shifter, change
lever, thing, and put it in R.  No Idea what N is, or could be, so just
skipped past that, and held the break down.  "I'm not gonna learnit if you
do it for me."

   "Well, turn your wheels the other way."

   "I'm in reverse now."

   "Oh," she looked, "Then." Down, "Well, go slow, ease off the brakes, and
just idle back."

   "Uhuh?" I seen her do it like a million times all ready.

   "Now, stop when I tell you to," she stepped back, and held her hand up.
Where I could see it in the mirror, "Straighten out the wheel, now.  Stop."

   "Huh!" P is Park.  Right?  Where she left it, I even pulled the lever
brake thing on the side, to make sure, and hopped over to the passenger
seat.

   "Okay, so you mean to tell me you think my coach is a child molestor? 
Why."

   "No, I didn't say that."

   "No, you asked me if I caught her looking at the girls naked, or took
one alone in the office while we showered."

   ...

   "Mom?"

   "Yes dear."

   "Why?" ...  "Uh!  Come on, I'm a teenager now.  I know about sex, I
heard about the Easterbunny, and Santa claus, if you don't want to have
this talk, then at least tell me why seeing my coach, again, gave you a
panic attack?"

   "Oh, that wasn't.  A panic attack."

   "Yeah," I have them to, "It was," they run in the family.  "You said you
used to play together?"

   "Yeah, she was on my soccer team."

   "Did you also, play together?  Sexually?"

   "Huh!" She turned off the engine, pulled out the keys, and just dropped
them.  "She didn't try that, anything like that with you, or any of the
girls, talk about it?"

   "No, what about you?"

   "What ab',"

   "Did she try to look at, touch or sexually abuse you in any way, when
you're girls?"

   "Oh, we weren't girls."

   "No, you're about my age?"

   "Well yeah,"

   "Then tell me about it, because I'm not a little girl."

   "Yes, you haven't, are you still a virgin?"

   "MoOM?  Stop changing the subject!  Uh!  I'm trying to figure out if
there's a child molestor, around my new friends, and you keep trying to put
it on me.  Stop it!"

   "Now don't start playing the victim with"

   "Helloo!" I waved, "I don't want to be a victim, so stop thinking about
yourself for one second, and tell me what I need to know.  Why do you think
she might be?"

   "Oh, we just fooled around.  But we're both girls, that's okay, I just
want to make sure she grew out of it, like the rest of us."

   "Well, I fooled around a little too." Quid pro quo.  My mom, gotta love
her, is nuts.  Known her all my life, if you try to get her to seak help
she just accuses you of gaslighting her, and dad just couldn't take it any
more.  I don't even mind, most of the time, it just gets really frustrating
at times like right now when she seems to care more about her shame and
denial than my safety here.

   "Well, I don't know if I want to play soccor any more, anyway."

   "Oh dear," she hugged me, "Don't say that.  Of course you do."

   Okay, stop before I start crying.

   "Hih!"

   "Fooled around with who?" She frowned.

   "Oh, just a friend." Or two.

   "A boy friend, or a girl friend."

   "Well, not a Boyfriend." And his girlfriend.  "A friend.  She's all
right, I'm just not sure if we like eachother, like that.  But she's
pretty, and she likes how I look, and." It's complicated.  "Huh!"

   "Well, that's all right, dear." At least she's not homophobic.

   "Mom?"

   "Yes?"

   "I'm bisexual."

   "That's nice."

   Went remarcably well, all things considered.

   ;

   Joyce (Ff NS)

   "Yes," I looked up, "Lana."

   "Lonnie."

   "Sorry, Lonnie.  What is it?"

   "You mind if I shut the door?"

   "Go right ahead, is something bothering you?"

   "You aren't a lesbian, are you?"

   "No." When will people stop saying that?

   "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything." She sat
down, "It would be all right if you were, but.  Sometimes, the way you look
at the other girls, makes me uncomfortable."

   "Look, now I don't know what you heard from them, but that's just
locker-room talk.  I never looked at, or thought of any of you, as anything
except for the gifted athletes they are.  I may be a little strict."

   "No you're not!"

   "Well," I remembered, "You're Dylan's daughter, right?" The Army brat.
"I can understand why you'd say that, and I must say you didn't come in
needing to learn discipline like most of them do, but the average suburban
teenager might not agree with you.  So, they make up stories, I'm a dyke, a
manhater, and probably a feminazi, because I push them to win."

   "Well, it wasn't that.  Huh!  Yeah, you're right, they call you dyke
behind your back, but I'm an Army Brat." I didn't say it, "I know that
means about as much as piss in a boot.  My mother asked, because she was
concerned."

   "Well, your." Ahem.  Mother.  "Go on?" No disrespect, but.  It's not my
place.

   "Tell me about it, I know, but she had a panic attack when she saw you
with us the other day, so I managed to get something out of her, that makes
me more than a little nervous."

   "Well, I don't know what she told you, so go ahead and say it."

   "She said you played with her."

   "Well, I was the team captain, and assistant coach."

   "Sexually.  And that's why she had a meltdown.  Seeing us with you."

   "Oh, well tell her for me, it's just one of her fantasies."

   "You two didn't fool around?"

   "Yeah, maybe a little, but she took it way too serious, and practically
stalked me a few years after that.  We were friends, and team mates, then
she went psycho, and messed it all up."

   "Oh," she nodded.  "Sorry to bother you."

   "It's" not "fine."

   I managed to hold it in, but when she left I was so furious I wanted to
rip something in half, come in here and accuse me of sexual impropriety in
my own office?  Why, I never!  Completely baseless accusation, and I tried
not to judge, but when I heard who her parents were, or read her last name,
I was a little nervous to have her on my team.  I'm sure it's not
hereditary, but you have no idea, and I don't have the time to tell you
what that woman is like.

   I'm not even sure, at this point.  It's been years, she took a perfectly
good man, ran him into the ground, fucked up her daughter, and came back to
drop her special kind of drama on me like a cat with a dead bird.  "See?"

   "Huh!" I rubbed my eyes.  No, thanks.  Dylan, for taking one for the
team.  He got her out of our lives, for half a decade, and deserves a medal
for that, I just.

   "I need to talk to her." I just really don't want to.

   ;

   Lyndsey (ffm NS Bi)

   "Huh!" I miss my friends, but really, I need to think about it.  Living
with the postergirl for denial, let's just call that extra motivation.

   I just don't know how to Feel about them.  She'll probably read my notes
anyway, so might as well write it out.  I'm out to her anyway.

   I'm bisexual, I'm just not sure I'm ready for that next step, with them.
I mean 1-3 is a pretty big step.  I'm a vigin, and while I like them, they
love eachother, and I definitely don't want to get in the way of that.  So,
that's the problem with 3 somes, I think.  As long as nobody gets jealous,
I don't want to ruin that because I'm a little curious.

   I'm bi, totally confirmed that, but doesn't mean I have to go full
sexual, just because of that.  I don't have to be group sexual, and while I
do have friends I can talk to about it, they just don't help.

   Would've been nice if Coach was gay or bi, mom's probably not the best
one to go to, but wait.  She said "I'm not a lesbian." Right?  Oh, I'm so
stupid, and since she brought it up, yeah.

   Mom, she does look at them like that.  Not all of us, even after, no
especially since I asked her, she wouldn't, or couldn't look at me, but.

   I'm not naming names, but she's got a favorite, she's a little older
then me, but looks a lot younger.  Shorter, less.  Well, I'll say she's a
late bloomer.  She says she sees us as athletes, our potential, but.  That
one, I think she sees more than just that in her.

   And no, she didn't have her in her office with her at all, but doesn't
mean anything.  Except she didn't try anything in there, with her, those 2
games and a practice, so far.  Sample size, that's what they call it in
science class.  I haven't seen them do anything, but I've seen enough.  I
bet they're doing something, and honestly, I don't want to break that up,
either.

   Okay, neither one's my type.  Honestly, Coach is like, as bossy a bitch
as my mom, and old enough to be my mom, and from what I hear, "Ew." Better
not even imagine that, but.

   Let's say j.  Little j.  Not her initial, but not my closet neither. 
"Huh!" She's cute, and young, and just starting to have all these feelings,
for an older woman, yeah I get that.  It's not me, but I can sympathise.

   Only I found out my best friend is bisexual, and her boyfriends' into
it. So, basically, I have a choice.  Or an opportunity, I have to decide
when I get back.

   It's too much.  That's my answer, right now I'm not ready to take on a
guy and a girl.  I'm not going to see them for months, we're not even
talking about getting serious yet, and I don't want to, but I'm already
feeling very seriously about them, "Huh!"

   But, I'm not ready.  For that.  I think I need to try one, or the other
first.  I mean more than just kissing, and feeling through clothes.  I'm
young, but I think I want to try to have sex.  With one of them.  First. 
Then maybe think about working the other in, but that's not really a
solution as moving back to the next question:

   "Which one?"

   Guy or girl, when really that's the decision that has me stuck here in
the first place.

   I don't want to chose one.

   God, why does it have to be so complicated?

   But, I don't have to sleep right now, or get up for anything in the
morning.

   So, I can think about both.  On the couch, together.  We tried it all
the ways, I guess.  It just kind of happened that way, over several makeout
sessions, but yeah.  Me in the middle, or on either side of him, I like
that.  Left side or right, but I guess we can bot take turns, on the right,
So I can use my right hand, but the best thing is I can feel both of them.
Kiss both of them, go back and forth between his hard flat chest, and her
soft round one.  Her smaller, oh so skillful hands.

   She just like, touched my hip.  And my but, other places too, but
really, when she just, felt my side like this, and did't just grab my ass,
just.  I can't do it, she's going to have to teach me that, but the way she
just felt my hip.  Kissing him, and I played with her boob.  She's not much
older, but she's got a lot more up front than I do, so far.

   "Hhm!" But him.  I don't know, it's weird, but that's my problem.  Yeah,
there goes denial again, ruining everything for everyone, but she's my
friend.  I don't want to take him away from him, but at the same time.  I
really want to take him away from her.  But I don't want to hurt her like
that.  I don't love her, but I care about her, and I like her much to do
that to her.

   And she's gorgeous.  And has a great body, and knows how to touch me
like nobody ever has before.  I guess she has practice, and knows what a
girl body feels like, but I never imagined.  How just her fingertips, on my
but, and rubbing my hip with her hand feels like.  But I love that.  I
loved it so much even with my hands full of boob, and kissing them back and
forth.

   And she's not left handed.

   "Oh!" But he's so.  I don't know if I can love a girl, but I know I
could love him.  If I can do that, without hurting her.  I'm not like my
mom, but this is tricky, and risky, and I don't know what the hell I'm
doing, but exciting, and romantic, and the best feelings imaginable.

   And they don't tell you that.  They sure didn't never tell me that, they
said look for "Love." In so many words, that it, 1 thing, love.  "Phf!"
Yeah, that sounds easy, I'll get right on that!

   Like it's one thing.  One feeling, one person, as simple at all as they
make it look and sound.  They should teach this in schools, instead of
boring old literature, and leaving us to figure it out for ourselves.  Or
all the make-believe stories everyone makes up about it.

   When will people stop lying about sex?  Everyone!  Everyone.  That's why
it's so wrong, and dirty and shameful, does anyone even know what they're
really talking about?

   If so, give me their number.  Cause I have a lot of questions about
that.

   ;

   Stacy (Yeah, not her real name.  Oh yeah, and TW: ff NS, but.  Just
kinda creepy.)

   "Hey."

   The new girl.  "Janey, right?"

   "Lonnie."

   "Oh right."

   "Good practice?"

   "I guess." Ask me what makes a practice good or not.  "Burn some
calories."

   "Oh, you're watching your weight?"

   "If I don't nobody else will."

   "Hihihn!  Well, Coach."

   "What about her?"

   "Oh, come on.  She noticed."

   "I know the other girls call her a dyke, but she's not like that."

   "Like what?"

   "I don't know.  Gay?"

   "How would you know?"

   "Well.  I never.  Heard anything, substatiated.  About her, hitting on
girls." Just turning me away when I said something stupid.

   "Hey, wait up?"

   "What do you want?"

   "Oh you know.  Just to get to know the girls a little better.  You're
quiet, so I didn't want to bother you, but don't you find the other girls,
I don't know, a little boring?"

   "Not really an exciting neighborhood.  Have you tried downtown?"

   "Hihihn!  No.  Baghdad."

   "What about Baghdad?"

   "It's probably not as bad, downtown, here?  I mean, yeah you hear
sirens, and gunshots, but at least they don't have Mortars and
Machineguns."

   "You lived in Bagdad?"

   "No, but I been there.  We visited my dad there once, when he was
deployed.  Nowhere near the front line, dad's a tech.  I didn't even get to
see his, lab or whatever.  Top secret stuff, I don't even really know what
he does for them."

   "Oh, well.  Huh!  That's really cool though.  Does he have guns?"

   "Well yeah, he's in the Army?  They give him guns and ammo."

   "Oh, cool."

   "You like guns?"

   "I don't know.  There cool, but it's not like I ever get to play with
them."

   "Well good, because they're not toys."

   "Nor toy guns, neither."

   "No brothers?"

   "No.  Hippy parents, they don't get to play with them either."

   "Oh," she made a face, "That sucks."

   "You're lucky."

   "Not really.  Well!" She thought, "Maybe in some ways, and unlucky in
others, as anybody." She shrugged, "It ain't all picnics, an' kittens, I'll
tell you that!"

   "Hahah!  You're funny."

   "Well, to be fair, I picked it up from an uncle of mine.  You know the
whole army's like one big family, so I got like a gazillion army uncles."

   "Yeah."

   "But he's real funny, so I get all my best jokes from him."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, they're all depreciating humor, like.  Um, 'that private's too
dum to pour piss out a boot with instructions written on the heel!' Like
that."

   "Oh," I got it, "Hahaha!" Because you have to turn it over, to read
(Turn Boot Over] on the heel!

   "Yeah, that's my favorite." She giggled, then stopped.  "So, you like
coach."

   "What?" I looked around.  At the empty soccor feild.  All around, from
the middle of the soccer field.  After practice, like the last place any of
us would go except to cut across it to put school behind us.  "Uh?" She
just looked at me, seriously.  "Yheah," I looked down, "I did but.  Huh! 
So, now you know how I found out she's straight."

   "You hit on her!" She giggled.

   "Well, no.  I guess you saw.  Well, of course you saw.  I wasn't trying
to hide it, but she finally told me to stop, or she'd kick me off the
team."

   "Why?"

   "I'm 14?"

   "I mean, why do you have the hots for her?"

   "I don't know, just look at her?" I waved at the gym, but she wasn't
there.  She looked back anyway.  "She's just so," big, and strong, and
tough, and "Sexy!"

   "Yeah?" She shook her head, "I don't see it," shrugged, "But I guess it
takes all kinds."

   "Well, you're straight, so."

   "Hihnhn, no." She shook her head.  "I'm bisexual."

   "Sure you are."

   "Yeah, I'm sure."

   "Oh yeah, well.  Who you been with?"

   "Well first of all, I don't have to have sex to prove it, and for
another, I have a boyfriend, and girlfriend back home."

   "In Baghdad?"

   "Hhno, silly.  My dad was just on duty there, he's stationed in North
Carolina."

   "Oh, um.  Fort Bragg?"

   "Camp Lejune." She shrugged.

   "Oh."

   "You been with anyone?"

   "No," I had my heart set on 1.  The wrong one.  Lucky me!

   "Not even fooled around?"

   "I don't know if you haven't noticed yet, but this town isn't exactly
crawling with lesbians."

   "I've only been back a few weeks, but yeah." She nodded, "It kind of
is."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  Don't worry about coach, she likes older women too."

   "Oh."

   "And she has to avoid anything like a sex scandal, being a lesbian here,
and all."

   "Yeah." I undertsand that.  "So, they're really just closeted?"

   "Well," she put her arm around me, "It's not like locker room orgies
like the old days, but from what I hear, it hasn't changed much."

   "Nihihn!" She's funny.

   "No, really.  My mom, and coach."

   "Your mom's a lesbian too?"

   "No, but that's your problem.  You're just looking for lesbians. 
They're not the only ones that fool around with girls."

   "Oh," so, "You want to fool around?" She's bisexual, right?

   "Yeah, I thought you'd never ask."

   ;

   Lindsey (GG Fool?  Kiss, Neck...  NS.)

   "Jocks," shrug, "You see, some girls get into sports because they're
jocks, and others because we like them."

   "Yeah," begs the question which is she, but she doesn't answer.  It's
all right, pretty easy game to play, I'm sure she'll pick it up.

   "Yeah, running, jumping, kicking..."

   Bouncing.

   I learned watching mom.  Yeah, she's psycho, but she can talk the pants
off a pope.  Well, probably a bad example, say a eunich then.  Or a drag
queen, I don't think she's even all that sexy.  She's my mom, but don't
underestimate her.  Don't listen to her, especially.

   "Doesn't mean lesbian.  Happens in the boys room, too.  Just to start,
there's also bisexual, transgender, intersex, pedophiles, ephebophiles, and
non-prefferential child molestors."

   "Oh."

   "Any questions, or anything you want to hear more about.  Don't be shy."

   "Uh, you want to make out now?" I mean, yeah.

   I like to talk, but.  "Yeah." I kissed her cheek.  "I don't want to make
you uncomfortable."

   "What's it like?"

   "Sex?  I don't know." I know how to find out!

   "With a guy and girl."

   "Oh!  You a little bi curious too?"

   "No, just.  Huh!  I don't know, what I am.  Just curious I guess."

   "About boys?"

   "And girls, and well.  Sex."

   "But I'm not making you uncomfortable?"

   "No!  I like you." She kissed me back.  Real quick, but on the lips. 
Cool, not to fast, but progress.

   "Oh yeah?  Why?"

   "I don't know, you're smart, and cool.  You've been to Bagdad, I never
even left the country, unless you count a couple trips down to Mexico, but
that was just a couple hours, and MH!"

   SH!

   "Hm!"

   "There," I brushed her hair back.  "Wasn't that nice?"

   "Mhm?"

   "You have beautiful eyes." I just held them there, a moment until she
blinked.

   She looked down, "Thanks."

   "You like mine?"

   "Yeah, they're pretty too?"

   "Good," she's learning it.  Just hasn't played it yet.  Like any other
game, it just takes practice.

   That's the thing, I finally decided.  I can't compete, she already had
sex.  With him, and other girls, and while I don't want to compete with her
for him, I have to admit that I'd lose.  She has experience, practice.  I
don't, yet.

   "Smq," But I have all summer, "Better." Rest my head on hers.  "Huh! 
You're just the right height."

   "You too!" The same height, that makes it a lot easier, standing up. 
Face to face, so everything lines up.  Her boobs are smaller, but higher so
they don't run into eachother, but I can.

   "Hah!" Lift them up, under them, so hers press down in the top of my bra
through my shirt, and together.  So I can look down, she has cleavage, and
mine flatten out, behind them.

   Pretty!  And it feels so nice.

   Oh, and I checked.  Knee to knee, and hip to hip.  The same, so she
should fit.  That would be great, "You think we wear the same size?"

   "No," she started to feel up.  "Uh?" she looked up at me.

   "Go ahead." I closed my eyes, bit my lip.  But.  nothing.  Well, maybe
not nothing, my chest in her hands, I felt that, but I didn't feel.  It,
yet.  "Huh!" I relaxed.

   "No, definitely not."

   Stacey (GG Frot.)

   Then, she fucked me.  Fully clothed, but.  "No." I shook my head.  "Huh!
That's sex!"

   "But we didn't even take our clothes off!"

   Let me explain.  She's right, we didn't take anything off, except our
bags.  Just sat down together, in our gym clothes, and made out.  At first.

   But, then we did less talking, and more kissing.  Got into some heavy
petting, and she kept getting closer, and closer...

   "Well, if you want to call that sex, whatever.  I'm glad you got off on
it, but.  Just so you know, that's not sex.  Just fooling around."

   She's a liar, she doesn't know it, because she doesn't want to admit it,
but for some reason she doesn't want to have sex with me?

   She used her knee.  Mine too, glad we took off the shin guards and
everything, but we didn't pull down our pants.  Wouldn't even let me unhook
her bra, I think it makes her uncomfortable, but she just fucked the hell
out of me.  I'm pretty sure.  Never heard of knee sex, but that, right
there, was sex.  Hard, she fucked me so hard I had to scoot up to the meat
on top of her knee, and.  "HohHohoh!" I just had another spasm, and
decided, to lay down.  In her lap a while, just to feel it fade away.

   "Wow," I like that, "Hihihn!" Pulled up her top, "You don't.  Smooch. 
Want me to, make it up to you?"

   "Maybe some time." She sighed!  "I'm just enjoying the moment."

   "You smoke?"

   "No, you?"

   "No, but.  I want to try it now."

   "First orgasm?"

   "I don't know?"

   "Fairly straightforward question,"

   "Yeahbut," I turned over, "Huh!  I thought I did.  Before."

   "Playing with yourself?"

   "Yeah, but.  It didn't feel like that."

   "Well, we're just fooling around."

   "Okay," at some point I just let it go, "But you have gotten off.  'Just
fooling around' before?"

   "No, I can't get off."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know, but I tried.  Trust me, anything that wasn't terrifyingly
dangerous, and I don't know if I'm ready to try anything." She closed her
eyes, sighed.  "Anything." Swallowed, "Kinky like that, yet."

   "Like ropes, or candlewax.  Tickling?"

   "Hey, I thought you're a virgin."

   "I was." Nod, "Lots and lots of porn."

   "Like bondage porn?"

   "Well, not just, but I liked the tied up and tickled ones.  Girls porn,
but other than that.  Yeah.  Hihnihn!  Did you see the one with the T-rex,
and the hoverboards?"

   "Hahehn?  No."

   "It's funny, 2 lesbians, right?  One's latina, and the other one's in
one of those inflatable t-rex costumes."

   "No shit."

   "No really!  And for a while it's just the T-rex chasing her girlfriend
around in a bikini, but then she catches her, and she's all 'Fuck me
t-rex!'"

   "And you're into that kind of thing?"

   "No, it's just funny.  I don't know what I'm into." Knee sex, but.  "But
I thought it was funny at first."

   "Hihin!  It still sounds funny."

   "Well, all of it, then I started growing up, and feeling sexy."

   "So, that's why you think you're a lesbian?"

   "Oh no, I want a lesbian, or I wanted to.  Huh!  I'm too young for men,
they're still scary, but I want to, some day."

   "Oh, sorry I misunderstood."

   "Okay," not like I didn't make it sound like that.

   "You got really floppy!" She laughed.

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Hihneah, like a ragdoll."

   "Well," it's sex, "It's intense."

   "I like bondage."

   "Nehanhuhn!  What?" She nodded, grinning.  "Who with?"

   "Nobody," she rolled her eyes, "I don't know anyone I trust enough, to
tye me up.  So, I improvized!"

   "But you like it?"

   "Yeah," she sighed, looked up dreamy.  I turned, back on her belly, and
felt her breathe.  "Huh, it's weird.  You know, how it makes you feel
free?"

   "No?  Really?"

   "Huh!  Yeah." ...  "I guess it's just me.  But yeah, If I had to pick
one word, it feels like, floating, free.  Of everything.  Huh!  I don't
know."

   "But you can't get off."

   "I don't want to."

   "Ever?"

   "No, just like that but.  No?  I don't know." She jiggled when she
shrugged, so I felt the desire to turn back, scoot over, and rest my face
on her chest.  "Maybe I don't."

   Sounded like a good idea, at the time.  If there's a comfortable
position for that, I didn't find it.  So, I just enjoyed having my face all
over boobs for a while.  It's fun.

   "I'd sure like to try it."

   "An orgasm?" Bondage, with me?

   Now I want to see her tied up.

   "Huh!"

   "Sure, just to see what all's the fuss about.  You want to get up?"

   "Yeah," I'm satisfied, and felt.  Enough of it.

   ;

   Lesle (GFF Lez/NS)

   "Uh!" Coach.  "Nhihihn!" On the couch.

   "Lonnie?"

   "Maybe I should talk to her."

   "I just want to make sure, she doesn't say anything."

   "All right," I just went on there, "Have a seat, break it up.  Huh!" Why
am I even surprised?  "I see you had a talk with her." Mom.

   "Uh!  I'm sorry, sweety, but I'm an adult, and."

   "I'm not even mad." Shake my head and suck in my lips.  "Your secret's
safe with me, you want to talk about sex now, mom?  Coach, I really have a
lot of questions for you too, so please stay.  You want something to drink?
Because I'm going to go get some water," and see who's too much of a coward
to stay and get her clothes together.  She went to her room.  "Want another
beer?" I handed it to her.  Sipped ice water from the fridge, which
inexplicably just happened to have beer in it.

   "It just happened."

   See what I mean?  "Yeah, you brought a six pack.  There's reason I'm not
even mad, it's because I just got home from having sex with Stacy."

   "What she like?" She sat up.  Looked genuinely curious.

   "Huh!" So I sat down.  "SwoOoOoO!" Twirled my fingers, "Loolo, but
amazing."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah." Totally.  "Mom just stopped asking about sex about the time she
started getting afraid to hear the answers." Don't ask, don't tell.  Just
come up with a wild enough story she doesn't want to know.

   She looked up, "Oh."

   "You don't love her." Just to be clear.

   "Noho!" She lowered to a whisper.  'I don't trust her.  But."

   "She great in bed." I nodded.

   "She didn't."

   "No, ew?" I nodded, "Give me a little credit.  And her as well, she's
not a child molestor."

   "Yes." She nodded.  "She is."

   "Oh."

   "So, I thought I'd keep an eye on her.  For you."

   "Really?  Why?"

   "Because you've done it too long all ready."

   "Are you?"

   "Huh!  While I never have done it, no.  I can't say I'm not attracted to
young girls."

   "But you don't want to fool around." With me?  She's not my type, but I
bet I could learn a thing or two from her.

   "No." Period.

   "Good," I nodded.  "But I need a friend, I can talk to."

   "That I can do."

   "You think she didn't molest me, because?"

   "She's in denial.  If she did that, she couldn't be."

   "She lives in denial."

   She nodded, "So, if I had to guess, that would be too much for even her
to deny, so she'd subconsciously fear having to confront that."

   "And she's a bottom."

   "What?"

   "She's not.  Uh!  I don't know, she's a sex addict.  So, she can't say
no, but I never even hinted that I want sex with her."

   "She can get pretty agressive."

   "Yeah, passive agressive, but I've seen it a thousand times.  Not until
she knows she's won.  It's a game to her, or like one.  Juke around a
little to set up a shot, or a one timer, then kick it in when she sees her
opening." Just had to put it in her language.  "She has to follow her
rules."

   "Is she diagnosed?"

   "Yeah, Ha!  Try and get her to talk to a doctor.  She can spot them a
mile away, then flip a coin to see whether they try to kill eachother, or
she makes a Harley Quinn out of her."

   "Haha!  I missed a lot, these last few years."

   "Do the math, I'm thirteen.  It's been over a decade." Almost a decade
and a half.

   "What happened to her?"

   "Well, most of this I heard about, some of it was her, so we can just
cut that version out, but she started hooking through college.  Then she
got a degree, and played gold digger in the military."

   "I saw the MBA, was she in the service?"

   "No, the service was in her.  Fucked half the army, or tried to.  She's
a psychopath.  I'm fairly sure?"

   "Oh, she said she's a business, professional."

   "Of course she did.  That means serially marrying service men, and
staying home to watch their money.  And me, kept a close eye on me.  Set up
a big fat trust fund, and made sure none of those mean old men ever layed a
hand on me."

   "Well good."

   "Hah!  Yeah, if you like nightmares about rape, and genocide good.  You
know why she likes soldiers?  She doesn't.  She hates them.  I think it's
probably bragging rights, and robbing them blind on Alimony.  Plus having
them deployed all the time, not retirees, pensioners, or wounded.  She'd
have to take care of them.  No, she likes an active duty man that goes out
to earn her lifestyle, and comes home often enough to show off to her
girlfriends, while scaring the crap out of her stalkers, and making her
potential future ex husband jealous."

   "Hahah, you really got her figured out!  How many she go through?"

   "3 marriages, I can't guestimate how many affairs I knew about."

   "And Johns?"

   "Oh, she quit that after college, there wasn't enough money in it.  Um."
One of those questions, "Did you guys really have, orgies in high school?"

   "No," she thought.

   "No?"

   "Well, we didn't really think about it, like that, but there was a
couple of parties where we got pretty wild."

   "Sex parties?"

   "No, I mean.  Yeah, there was some, sexual, type contact, but."

   "You're just fooling around." That one only works on fools.

   "Now that you mention it, in retrospect, I guess you could call it an
orgy."

   "But softcore."

   "Oh yes.  Not like pussy eating, and sex toys, but a lot of.  You know
how it is, slapping asses, and making out."

   "Yeah, but.  I also know what Just Fooling Around means.  'Oh, we were
just fooling around.' We say that to adults, when we weren't just fooling
around."

   "Well, that's when I found out I was gay."

   "How old were you?"

   "Fourteen, then fifteen.  The parties were to celebrate the end of the
season.  The first year because we almost made it to state, we were all so
hopefull for next year, and.  Yeah, it got pretty out of hand."

   "How out of hand?"

   "Stripping, wet teeshirts, and a lot of dancing?  That's the first night
we had sex."

   "You and mom."

   "I'm sorry if this is disturbing."

   "Mom's disturbed.  I can handle that, it's all I don't know I find
disturbing." I'll probably have nitemares for weeks, but it's summer, and I
should learn something from the experience.  "I'm old enough to know."

   "Yes, your mother was my first girlfriend.  I was very closeted."

   "You still are."

   "All right, but I have to live here."

   "Did you have to coach soccer?"

   "Listen, young lady.  I respect your experience, and expertise, but
let's not forget who's the adult here.  Yes, I had to.  I probably wouldn't
even done this well with another job, and I didn't start hooking, or hook
up with a beard to pump out fucked up kids, no offense."

   "No, you're right."

   "And not only did I not do anything to them, but nobody else did,
either. Yeah, I may have been in denial, but at least subconsciously, I
protected these girls from your mother, the other people in this
community."

   "Did you, now?"

   "Yes.  Yes I did.  She avoided soccer because of me, she couldn't face
me after what happened."

   "So, what did happen?"

   "We competed, and destroyed the team, that's what happened.  We fucked
it up, literally.  One-upping eachother trying to come up with bigger, and
better things to impress our friends.  She made me, so insane, did you ever
love her?"

   "Uh?" I shook my head, "I don't know.  If love, I don't know.  Love well
enough, to answer that."

   "Exactly.  Well I did.  Hell, I still do, and I never stopped, but it's
a scary fucking love, okay?  It made me do scary things."

   "So, you think it's a good idea to go out with her now?"

   "No.  I didn't think, I can't with her around, and you know it.  But,
I'm not doing any better without her.  Huh!"

   I never thought, in a million years, I would ever see her cry.  She
didn't even try to hide it.  "Snh!  No.  I'm fine." She wiped her eyes. 
"Huh!  I'm stronger now.  I won't let her make me do that again.  I
promise."

   "Well you can help," but now I have to watch her too.

   My mom is a child molestor.  I believe her, it was just straight up
reflexive denial at first, but with a big DUH tag tacked on top of it. 
"Huh!  You can stay." I think I'd feel safer if she did, "But I have to go
cry in my room, now."

   She was there in the morning.

   I never doubted she would for a second.

   ;

   Coach (Anon)

   Okay, that first time.  The one time she was mine, she made the rounds.
Actually got around to me late, because I was older, and I stuck around to
keep an eye on her.  And the girls.

   I'm not a lesbian.  She is the love of my life.  Love at first sight? 
Well, right after that, she lept up from her bored slump.  I believe the
first word I heard was "WHAT!?" Then, she lept across the lunchroom to push
him down.

   A boy, about our age, doesn't matter.  She did it right there in front
of everybody, and kicked and screamed until they dragged her off the
property.  Go ahead and ask her what he said to her, I'll let you know if
it's one I heard before.

   She was home schooled.  Heard something about behavioural problems,
manic-depression, ADD, Borderline...  Then she joined the soccer-team.

   Umh, yeah.  She was almost 13?  Still had on braces, tore through us
like a wildfire.  First asking us about sex, then dirty jokes and, not
hitting on us, but, "you ever kissed any boys?  None of them want to kiss
me, because of my braces."

   I don't know when I fell in love with her, or what I would be had we not
met, but I love her.

   Then she got the braces off, and I just wanted to kiss her.  There were
other, younger, prettier girls to fool around with.

   So, I started fooling around with them, too.  She didn't have sex with,
any of them, of course.  But then, I did.  Not right away, but after a few
times, hearing the same story from my friends.

   She left them.  Hyper aroused, like she was trying to give them
blueballs.  Kissing, but a lot of heavy petting, always kept their clothes
on, but all over their thighs, tummies, backs, and buttocks.  She molested
them.

   "Like this?" I learned that one pretty quick.  Of course, I wasn't
molested by my kindergarten teacher, so I just wanted to have sex with
them. Oral sex, on them.  When they're old enough, I like a little field,
in play.

   I'm sure you're well aware, she likes them a little younger.

   She didn't stalk me for years, I followed behind, and picked up her
leftovers.

   I got her panties off.  First time, being eaten, bare flesh to mouth
before.  I don't know the story on her Kindergarten teacher, I didn't have
her.

   Happens to be an effective way to sift through tens of girls to see
who's bi, or not.

   Yeah, I tried with other girls, but they weren't her.  After that first
party, well.  She left after that.  Skyhooked an Army dick to skip town,
but I stalked her.  Told myself she was a menace to the community, and kept
her from doing anything really bad, but I did something really stupid.

   I took the clothes off.

   I took her.  Put her down on the bed, ate her out, and fucked her.  To
screaming orgasms.  She might tell it some other way, take your pick of
what one you want to believe, but I loved her.  I made love to her, showed
her what that can feel like, and it didn't fix her.  She got worse.  Didn't
hurt anyone, too bad before she left, but only because I didn't let her.  I
warned girls about her, and threw a party when she left.

   Not because the season was over, but because she was gone.

   But I missed her.  God damn it I missed her.

   She cried.  Still don't know what to make of that, but she might've
learned to do that on command.  Can she do that?

   So, here I am.  Single, and 32, with nothing more to show for it than a
pretty great soccer team, and they pay me enough for a shitty little
apartment with a parking space.

   She can't love me back.  I know that.  She can have sex now.  I know it
doesn't help, but it makes us feel better.

   Money.  I'm not a gold digger, but she did pretty well for herself. 
Soldiers?  "Fuck -em!"

   "Exactly!"

   She drinks wine now, I had to go out for some beers at some point.

   Okay, it didn't just happen.  I knew I was never going to be happy.  I
faced that, but I really get nothing out of all this?

   No, she's not mine, she doesn't even own herself.  But I can get a peice
of her action, and take one for the team.

   She's not rough.  Not a forceful abuser, wicked tongue, but she didn't
even humiliate me.  Only she knows what back handed insults she held back,
but it's funny, yeah she's funny.

   "Hahahaha!  Yeah, I'm fat."

   Emotional abuse?  Yes, I can handle emotional abuse.

   And she looks so young!  Getting a kid out of the way when you're, was
she even 15?  Really filled her out, overseas at the time, missed a dozen
years of it, but has it really been that long?

   Yeah, she's "In her 20s," but she doesn't look 31, they believe her. 
Just never really did the math before.  So, while I can say she hasn't
changed a bit, if I hadn't seen her before, I might believe her if she said
18.  If not, I'd think she was lying to say she's older, her older sister,
not her daughter?  The fuck?  She didn't act that way when she was so
young, but.

   Yes, I missed you.

   That was, not better than I ever imagined, but I've been imagining this
for decades, so I got a little creative.  Nightmares, but I always kind of
liked them.  Started masturbating in my sleep at some point, not as bad as
I ever imagined, either.

   Not loving, maybe she can learn to fake it, but she didn't try it with
me.  Lust, and fun!  Did I mention, it's always a whole lot of fun, but.

   Yes, I have her in my arms again.  I did miss her.  She's right about
that.

   ;

   {Okay, I'm just not going to even hint at who the domme in training is
here.  Other than not the coach, nor the daughter, by process of
elimination.  Anonymous, lesbian, Rape.  There's your warning.

   Continuity Note: This is what happened to some of her victims (Meaning
the Eponymous character for the whole folder, Ruth Elizabeth Cannon) Who
doesn't appear in these stories, but is just alluded to in the background.
Okay, briefly in that last scene, before retreating to her place: Denial.}

   Mean girls (ffF Bi Rape)

   "Huh!" He pissed, fixed up his pants, and left.  "Huh!" I caught my
breath, and went for a shower.  Good looking guy, nice big one.  No
endurance.  "Hh."

   The problem with looking for mister right is they all seem to think
that's them.  Men.  Put the seat down, flush the rubber, and get in.

   "Fuck em." That's what I say.  Just a quick wrinse, warm water douche,
and dry off.  For bed, start all over tomorrow.  Honestly, it'd be easier
just to find a job.  Without the sex.

   "Bitch!"

   "MH!?"

   "Couldn't leave well enough alone?"

   Who?

   "You really have to steal, every man in town?  That's not good enough
whore, you have to take the high school boys too?"

   "MmMh!" I tried to shake my head, but she held my mouth, too tight.  Not
with her hand, in her elbow, like a wrestler, only instead of around my
neck, over my nose, and twisting my hair in her fist.

   "Hihihninh!" There's 2 of them?  She's wearing a mask, or a stocking
over her face, so I can see her grin.  "That make you feel pretty?  Sexy?
Fucking every dick in a 5 mile radius?

   "No, Ah!" She slapped me?

   "You fat ugly whore!"

   "Uh uh uhn!" I fell down.

   "Shut up!  Shut your whore mouth." KHk!  Tape.

   "No nm!  MRH!" I can't fight both of them, and she's got my arms.  "MH!"
Then she hits my tit.  Hard, "HM!  Mhmhmhm!"

   "Don't you know guys'll fuck anyone?  If you just give it away, like a
slut.  Even a fat ugly slut like you."

   "Yeah." My ass, "She knows it, by now."

   "Uhm!" That doesn't hurt as much.  "AUHM!" As my tits.  My poor tits,
bad enough he manhandled them, but now they're truly getting punished. 
Beaten, and crushed, like only another girl could know how to do. 
"MREEEE!" Then she's pinching them, pulling my nipples in her nails, and
twisting them, trying to rip them off, and I can't even scream!  "MREEEEI!"

   "Get on the bed, bitch!"

   "Uhn unhnhnhmhm!" I just cry, give up, I know.  They're going to rape me
now.  There's nothing I can do to stop them, even a guy gets off, and then
he's done.

   A girl can go all night.  1 girl, I should know, I've done it.  With one
girl, I'm bisexual, and as long as she's turned on, she can have orgasm
after orgasm all night long.

   This is 2, and they just want to hurt me.  As much as they can, as long
as they want.  There's no way out of this.

   "SNH!" Some snot sucked back in, but she's done tying my hands, behind
my back.

   "You didn't think about us.  The other girls, you selfist cunt, did you?
Their girlfriends, their wives, their children."

   "Loose fucking twat, too." She felt me.  Behind me, sitting on my back,
so my arms were twisted to the side.

   "NGH!" 2 fingers, at least.

   Relax.

   "Huh!"

   Not my first time.  Being raped.

   "NGH!"

   "Tighten up, bitch!  Fuck, I can barely feel the sides, you been fucked
so loose."

   That's a myth, I should know.  I mean yeah, it loosens you up, but not
permanently.

   "She likes it too much."

   "NGH!" Virgin?  I mean, only a virgin wouldn't know that.

   "Nwh, mhr, NWREI!"

   "At least her ass is tighter." And dry.

   "Nhmhmhmhm!"

   "Hihihihihn!" I tried, thought if I could control myself, instead of
crying, and screaming.  No, of course not, that just makes them hurt me
worse.  There's nothing I can do, it's never going to end, and they just
got started.

   Who are they?

   "NHNNNH!" It's fucking hard to think, with her pinching, and twisting,
my taint between her fingers, and her thumb digging in deeper.  Forcing
roughly into my asshole, "NAUH!" I never did this, not like this.  I mean,
anal, but not assraped.  Never been raped by women.

   Lesbians?  Wait, there's two of them, or did one leave?

   No, there she is.  I just closed my eyes.  Strapon.  Nodded.  "Nh!"
Brace myself for that.  "Mh!" Didn't really surprise me, but that outfit.
I'm not really all that up on Fetishwear, enough to tell that Lady Gaga
doesn't get it, but I read that fashion statement with a glance.

   Black leather, I think.  Not shiny like vinyl, or rubber, but dull,
dark, and, well black.  A lot of it.  She's white, they're both white, you
just can't see it.  Any of it through all that black leather.  She wants to
be a monster.  Is that cosplay, or like cosplay?  Risk a look up, but she's
bent over, not even looking.  Maybe working on Boots, Idk, but little tiny
horns, or studs on her forehead.  Where horns would be, but shiny metal. 
And a tail, is that horsehair?

   Furry?  No, that's all leather.  Not even swede, dull black leather. 
Rough, it's not new, worn.  So yeah, a bulldagger that owns a monster-suit.
Great!

   I'm going numb down there.  Okay, your little sidekick fucked it up.  I
can take it, all right?  I've been beaten raped, and passed around by men.
Bikers, and Truckers too.  Real men, not miss pretend black fairy bitch
here.  Maleficent?  Wannabe men.  Got it.

   Money.  That outfit?  Not cheap.  Pro?  I mean yeah, she called me
whore. The little one, slut too.  You know what?  That's the men talking. I
think she's younger too, the sidekick, probably not a virgin then, but she
was just repeating what she heard.  Fucked looser, like something you can
push a human being through is going to get stretched out by something the
size of a dick.  Or a lot of dicks, even getting gangbanged, by bikers. 
Lost quite a bit of sensitivity, but it's skin, it snaps right back.  Even
after having kids, you're not any looser.

   But even I thought virgin, because I'm supposed to.  And I know better,
that's slut thinking.  That my success with men makes me any better than
managing to avoid them.  I'm lazy, men are easy, but if they're going to
rape me, and make me feel bad about myself, it's gonna be a long night. 
I'm starting to get a little bored with it.  By the way, it cleared my
head. Sex, it helps me think.  Not like I'm stupid without it, just clears
my head, but I've come up with some of my best ideas in the sack, or at
least a back seat.

   Fine, I'll submit.  You can't rape me.

   It's just sex.

   Shrug.

   She looks up.  "Ready?"

   I nodded.  I'm not a masochist, but I've been here.  Forced down so low
even the pain feels good.  I know the way.

   "Mwets gep ip ober wiph."

   "Huhaha!  Told you she'd come around."

   "Uhn!" Just pooped right out.

   She got up, the talker, so I could stretch out.  Straighten my arms, and
try to feel down.  My asshole, even through the tight bag.  Pulled thin,
but not too raw.  She didn't hurt me, too bad.  It hurt, but she wasn't
even trying to.  She had to have tried not to, to do so little damage, dry.
No scratches, nailless, but I expected, so much worse.  She just.

   Loosened me up.

   Yes, she knows.  Lesbian, pretty sure now.  She's too good at it, even I
didn't know you could literally fuck a dry ass like that, with her boney
little thumb, and not do damage.  It doesn't even hurt.  Fresh.

   "Get up." Leather bitch is the strong silent type.  Gimp?  I don't even
know what that means, but.  Like the basement, in Pulp Fiction, so covered
in leather you can't even see there's a person in there, only with tits.

   Not all leather.  Feels like spandex, over her mouth, gloves, chest.  No
bra, they swing, bounce, and squash as if they're completely naked, not
even as tight as a sports bra, brushing my back, and my arms.  Pulling my
hands, by the spandex bag.  "Huh!" Drawstring, wrapped and tied around my
wrists.

   And a strap-on.

   "Come on," I felt it on my shoulders before I looked down.  Saw my robe,
being pulled by the talker, and crossing the belt tight around my arms. 
Below the elbows, but just tying it tight.  Tucking in the sleeves, and
knotting it again.

   "Whr?"

   "Huh!" Then it went dark.

   "NWR!  WHREEEE!" So loud in there, and black.  Not just dark, but
nothing, being half dragged, forced out barefoot, my wet hair loud against
my ears, they're taking me.

   I thought they're going to rape me.  She just did, but, the terror came
back.  They're taking me, kidnapping me,

   RHRHRHRHRK!  Sliding door, so probably a van.  It was what, 9-10 ish
when he left, and I took a shower?  Not really a neighborhood watch kind of
neighborhood, but I didn't see it.  Which way did they take me?

   It's just impossible not to be crushed by the total helplessness of the
situation.  I'm not getting out of it, if they do look out, and see me, in
a robe, with a black bag over my head, and 2 girls?

   Is she still in that black monster look?  Right out in the parking lot?

   WHRRRRRRKt!

   Not very long.

   Kpght, PNK!  Driver's door.

   "Huh!  I guess you're wondering what this is all about."

   "Uhn!?" I can feel the motor, as much as feel it.  "Hmhm?"

   "Consider it an audition, if you fail, there's no reason to keep you."

   "Mhm?"

   "Alive."

   "Ngh?"

   "You understand?"

   Pass, or die.

   "MYRH!" Nod.

   Across a seat, in Her lap, sideways up behind the driver's seat.

   The talker, pulling out of the parking lot.

   "Sluts, because we don't have to teach you.  Regular sex."

   "Yes." The monster spoke, to confirm my nod.

   "You've been with other women, and girls."

   "Uh huh?" Just tune out her hands.  Gloves, the spandex seams pressing
in, and pulling her fingertips through my thighs.  The bottom of my robe
up, and gripping my buttock.

   Hard, strong gloved hand.

   Or hands, pushing away the flap in the front of my robe, and "NGYPH!"
Try to struggle, but I can't.  Even squirm off the couch?  They have a
couch in the van?  Or is it an RV?  With a rolling door, but do they live
in it?

   "You've been raped."

   "Yes." I didn't even have to nod, she reacted to my wince, even with the
bag.  I tensed, half in her lap, both hands.

   "Gang raped?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Molested?"

   "Yeah."

   Not like this.

   "Hhn!"

   Child molestor.  I heard, women do it too, but mine were my uncle, and
my brother.

   So, maybe aunt/mother and/or niece/daughter?

   I haven't seen her, how could I not have seen her?  With her mama. 
Yeah, she's a momma.

   "She likes it."

   "Hihihn!"

   No, just decided I might as well enjoy it.  Didn't give me a chance to
tell them they don't have to rape me, but the young one is definitely
calling the shots.

   Trainee?  Final test, let's see if you can do it, supervised.

   With muscle, she's strong.  Not like a guy, but maybe even as strong,
and bigger then me.  Maybe a guy her size, I've sexually wrestled with a
lot of them, but she doesn't use it.  Like a male.  There's a female grace
to it, not to mention the soft curves, and bust, over all that muscle.  She
must have, a lot, under all that leather.

   But she doesn't hurt me.

   "Hhn!"

   No, she's not the sadist.  She's literally driving, and calling the
shots.  Strong silent type, but she might be playing the part.  It's an
act, it's all an act, for me?

   I'm not the only slut in town.  TBPH, I'm a common, semi-prostitute with
a day job.  That overlaps, being a waitress willing to work extra hard
after my shift, or take a break to blow a john behind the dumpsters.

   I'm good at it, all right?  Not the only thing, but it's easy, I'm lazy,
and I hate working for an honest living.  If I had a sugar daddy, or a
client list that could support me at the lifestyle I would prefer, I'd do
that, but this.

   These, Women!

   "Uhm!"

   They're like.  Supervillians?  Costume, not really a hero type costume.

   She's not even trying to get me off.  Barely a fingetip in, I think it's
her pinky.

   Pretty dry, I think the glove wicks it out, but so slow, and gentle.

   "Hhsn!" So that blew back out.

   Pinching my lips, she has nails, I felt a nail, but not sharp enough to
scratch.  In the glove.

   "NGH!"

   Pulling them together up to the top.

   "NGHNH!"

   Sawing them back and forth together, and SPACK!

   "Ngh!"

   "Yeahuhuh.  She likes it."

   Deep husky chuckle.  Not even, female.  Maybe a Tenor?  I don't know,
didn't take music theory, but low, and husky, and lustfull.

   "Why mer?" Muffled, but.

   "Opportunity, not a lot of meaningful connections, would anyone even
fucking notice if you just left town?  Stop coming to work?"

   Right.  She can kill me.  Either of them, but, she's the one.  She'd do
it.  Enjoy it, probably make it hurt, and let me scream.

   "HhnhnhnhnH!"

   "Is she?"

   "Not yet." Her head shook, her body, breasts no doubt hanging overhead.

   Spandex, and leather.  They're recruiting me?  I want a super-suit!

   Or death.  Tough call.  "Ummmm," yeah.  I'll take the supersuit.  Maybe
something other than black, a little shiny metal.  Her horns.  She has
horns.

   Is she holding back?

   She can hurt me.

   "SnhShHn!"

   "Now she's cumming."

   I held my breath, and nodded.

   She raped me.  The little one.  I doubt you could even tell, with a
speculum, and one of those camera, dildo things.  No damage, it doesn't
even hurt, she smacked me around, and even made my breasts ache, but even
that was gone.

   No pain.  Even that twat slap had faded, but I never felt, all this.  I
don't remember sex, or any orgasm that ever felt anything like this.

   "OHMhn!"

   Even the road, pavement, rumble of the motor, drifting back and forth as
we turn.  Gently, not falling, but floating, at high speed over the road,
turning, over bumps, but no pain.

   Nothing hurts.

   "NGHLB!"

   Biting my tongue, the nasty medicinely taste of the adhesive, tape. 
That's not duck tape, but the pain brings me back.  Alive, I felt like I
was dying a minute there.  Before it scared me.

   "Hrh mrh!"

   "Yeah, she's ready."

   "Nhnhm!  Good.  Almost there."

   Dirt road, not very long.  Took it slow, pulled around something, but I
was gone.

   Ready, but gone.

   Bring the pain.

   They took me out first.  The beast helping me up, holding my arms,
behind me.  The talker in front, unlocking a door, leading me in, I just
walked.

   Whatever, I'm ready.

   "She's broken."

   "Good, we don't have to hURT!"

   "UMH!"

   "Her."

   Rubbed it in, right on the twat, but.  "MEAH!" I nodded hard.  You do.
Hurt me, I can take it.  With that orgasm, and my surrender, I'm ready. 
Strip me down, rape me, make me like you, show me what I have to do.  Put a
pencil in my mouth, and show me where to sign, take this tape off my mouth,
and let me beg you to.  "Gh on wph iht!"

   "Oh, you want it nowHeha!?" She giggled, "No.  Put her in the yoke."

   "Yes."

   So, the muscle Is the slave!  Now she doesn't have to drive, and she's
the one that likes to hurt me.  "Hun!"

   "Take it off.  Her head."

   "Of course."

   "Unh!" Bright!  Too bright, but even with my eyes squeezed shut, she's a
cat.  Got that.  Naked, completely naked except the mask, but it's a whole
head mask.  I can't see any of her real hair, and the rough spandex seams,
pulling the robe off my shoulders.  Down, over the belt, my tits just swing
free, and hang.

   "NGH!" I can struggle, but now there's a board across the back of my
neck.

   CLK!  I can turn and see the black gloves, pushing a bolt through the
reddish metal plate on the side.  Then hooking a lock through.  I close my
eyes, but feel the CLK!  through the metal, wood, and the bone in my jaw.

   "Now, come over and fuck me."

   "Yes, of course."

   "Nhm!"

   They ignore me.

   Didn't even say I can watch.  I just sat, or neiled, bent over.  I can,
watch, but it was like I was a camera.

   I looked around, is there a camera?

   "Huh!" She bent over.  Holding the leather arms down, but the spandex
bending up.  To feel her pale bare arms.  Not a hair on them, and flawless
poreless skin.  No hair anywhere, but "HWRH!" Mouth going wide, and puffing
out.  Over the spandex, stretched tight, sucking in between her teeth, tan
chin turning the other way.

   Is that, make-up?  Like planet of the apes, she looks like a cat/girl.
Even the hair spiked up, and out, to points, and back, like ears.

   "Haugh!"

   Boing

   The black rubbery dildo swung out, from under her.  Between her legs,
between her leather pants?  I don't know, but she caught it between her
bare legs, and rubbed her chest over the spandex bulges.  Small tits.  On
bigger ones, can't really see them good enough to guess if they ever held
milk, but don't look like implants, from here.

   Fetish porn, right in front of me.  I can't do anything, but drip. 
Watching them, her hump the black shaft, popping up, behind her, between
her thighs, and shaking buttocks.

   Yeah, just untye me, get me out of this thing, and let me in there!

   "SH!" she looked over at me.  Glared.

   Did I make a sound?

   Well, I can feel, a little.  It's hard, to even arch my back like this,
but if they're so busy with eachother, I can feel my ass.  The spandex bag
over my fingers.

   "Nh!"

   Turn my but on.

   "Oh!"

   "Snh!"

   Just rub the fabric around, dry, but it stretches.

   So does my asshole.

   "NGH!"

   "Hoh!"

   "Neah!"

   I wonder, if I can, really?

   "NGH!"

   Yes, it even hurts, but my nail.  Isn't sharp enough to scratch.

   "NGK!" Sniff, "SNHHHH!"

   They stink, we stink, I can't even smell myself through all the sweat,
and cunt juice, and female pheromones, "Hnh!"

   And it hurts.

   So good.

   "Snh!" I can't even nod.

   "UH!"

   Blink, but I can't see it.  Inside her, but the gloves held up to her
chest, and the black globes, flattening, rolling, and shaking, with the
naked little cat-girl, deperate fucking.

   I think it's a mask, it doesn't smear, but glued on, to her mouth?  Or
around it, black lips, but not like lipstick.  She's white, but they're
swollen, and still black.

   Whiskers drawn on.  Just lines, but her eyes closed, little dots on
them, like the brown spots all over her face, and black lines down to her
black nose.  More like a snout, no hairlip, but that looks like a rubbery
cat-nose over black human lips.  "MYEAH!"

   "NGH!" I can squirm a little, and twist my fingertip in the spandex. 
Holding my asshole in.  Pushed in, I can feel it, but the muscle just
tenses, and pushes deeper, with more skin pulling out.

   It just stretches tighter, but scrapes between my nail, and

   "NGH!"

   My asshole, stretching over it.

   "NGHs!" My back hunches.  "NGH!" And more snot rolls down.  On the tape,
I can't even lick it off.

   "Ever eat an ass before?"

   "Snh?  Mhm?" Pleed with my eyes, that she'll pull this tape off.

   "Here," She just turns around.  "Eat this one."

   I can't but I can smell her.

   "UMH!"

   The seams bite in, rubbing into the swat, and gripping.  "Hmhm!" The
snot wipes around, her wet cheeks, right in front of my eyes, and squeezed
around my nose.

   "MEah!" Her ears bob, up her back.

   "Umhn!" Now the gloves slipping up my sides, around my chest, sinking
the seams into my chest, and I feel it.

   Heavy, warm, damp, and slick.  Behind me.  The dick, but not really like
a natural one.  Too bad you can't get it in leather, but thigh highs
slapping into my ass.

   "MHR!" Like a choke, my shoulders slam into the boards, and they split
apart tight in front of, and behind the back of my neck.  "GHL!" It slaps
back.  Together, I hear/feel it again, then they're gone.

   From my face, and letting go.  From behind me, then walking around. 
Behind her bent over.

   And I get to watch, them fucking again.

   "NWH!" I just squeeze my eyes, shake my head.

   Oh god, fuck me now, will somebody please stick something in me, I can't
even watch, it's torture!  I wish they'd beat me some more, but this.  This
is the worst.  I can't move, do anything but barely touch my asshole, and
stretch the stretchy cloth in some more.

   "NGOAH!  Fugh?  NH!  YEAH!"

   "MNH!" That hurt.  "Hmerh?" Nod.

   Anal never hurt so good.  It hurt, it felt good, with that one guy who
knew how to do it, and a couple others patient enough to learn, but nothing
ever hurt so good before.

   PP!  I can blink enough to catch the leather coming back, like a
triangular plate, with the long black shaft pulling out, and even hang a
little in the middle.  "NGH!"

   PP!  I missed it, from my asshole stretching the spandex over my nail.
"HN, SNHHH!"

   PP!

   Slow, deep, and hard.

   PP!  She actually bounces, a little.  So it's more like a Pp!

   "NGH!" Straighten out my middle finger, and slip my others back in the
lycra bag.  nlm

   P"INH!"p!

   Twist, "Hh!hH" Twist, "nIHhn!" Shudder.

   Pp!  Pp, P'pPpPpP!

   "AUMHhM?" Both hands over her snout.  "NhSNHhHhHhH!" Fingers crossed
together in front of her face.

   God I want to fuck like that!  Yeah, strap it on, or get fucked like
that, I never enjoyed anal before.  Not like this, I mean maybe a little
spice to sprinkle on getting fucked the normal way a little hotter, or at
least fingerbang a few out with him up there, but just by itself?

   And bondage, and fetish sex right in front of me.

   So, that's my first anal orgasm?  I think, pretty sure it was the nail,
and the spandex on my fingertip, but.

   "OhmNH!" I relaxed, but that made it pop back out, but.

   "HSb!" More rolled down to my chin.  "Hhhhhhhhhh!" Out through my nose.

   Then the beast got up.  Tails swinging in front behind her, she pulled
my arms up, and stuck her fingers in me.

   "NHM!" I thought, they penetrated me, how hard she split me, and her
fingertips crushed up into the top of my cunt.

   All of it, three fingertips.  "Up."

   I got up.  Pushed my knees up, and got my feet under me, with a lot of
help from her, picking me up by the pelvis.

   The seam up her thumb, pushed hard between my ass cheeks.  Against my
dry, raw asshole.

   "UH PHWH!" I almost passed out, but that just bent my head back, and my
knees went weak an instant, but she slapped my ass, so my shoulders slapped
the board.

   Fuck, I can barely breathe in this position!

   "NH?"

   She dug her horns in.  The back of my thigh, and rolled over to poke,
and scrape into my butt-cheek.

   "NHGH!"

   Then my knees gave out, but she held me up, let me down, both hands
gripping my ass, thumbs together between.

   "MH!" Those horns aren't sharp, but they sure dig in.  To my thighs, it
hurts, it really hurts, doesn't even feel good, but her mouth, and the
stretchy fabric, pulling tight over her nose, deep in my asscrack.

   "PHBHPHT!"

   Struggling just makes her horns dig in harder, but now it's like the
spice.  Pain, it makes what she's doing with her mouth, and breath, and
fabric feel even better.

   Oh god I got to learn that.  That's what the horns are for, they're
almost sharp, but feel like they're stabbing in.  "MWAHHHah?" Gasp, "SPH!"
Lick my lip.  Feel the adhesive go slick, with my spit, and take another
breath.

   "Huh, fuck!"

   "Now let's see if you can eat a cunt, slut!"

   "Yeah!"

   Just have to spread my knees a little.  Can't get them off the spikes,
but she grins, twists her head, and rolls the rounded points around the
inside of my thighs.

   "HhHhHhH!" Nod.

   "And my ass."

   Yes, master."

   ;

   {In conclusion, this is less about Cause than Affects.  Instead of "What
makes a girl do that?" the question is, "What does that do to a girl?" ;}