Falling For Her Tits
Chapter 18
Cathy’s mind had melted into a puddle of warm bliss as Lydia fucked her from behind with the strap on, every thrust of her huge hips sending divine pulses of pleasure through her thin body. While the Mistress used her toy to fuck her mindless slave’s dripping cunt Cathy had her mouth eagerly pressed to Kristin’s equally wet pussy. Moaning desperately into her sister slave Cathy did her best to match her tongue to the motions of the strap on, pumping into her cunt as the toy filled her, flicking her tongue over Kristin’s clit as Lydia slipped the toy back. The three lesbians lost themselves to the pleasure as their cries of passion echoed through the hopefully empty locker room. None of them cared about being caught, they were too far gone in this wonderful dream.
Which is why Cathy completely missed Kristin calling her name over and over again. Giggling and biting her lip to keep from moaning the black girl had to start knocking on the top of Cathy’s head to get her to stop eating her out. Eyes hardly able to focus Cathy lifted her head up, Kristin’s slick juices dripping down her chin.
“Hrnngh?” she asked, still too out of it for words.
“Your phone is going off,” Kristin said while pointing to Cathy’s backpack that they’d tossed in the corner. Her dark skin was glistening beautifully with sweat from the amazing threesome, and Kristin was grateful for the chance to catch her breath.
Cathy blinked a few times and let the words sink in. She still had mantras of devotion to her Mistress Lydia ringing loudly so it took a while for it to process. Then she turned and tried to crawl to her pile of clothes, only to feel strong hands grab her hips and drag her back, plunging the plastic strap on deep into her cunt and forcing Cathy to mewl happily.
Lydia seemed as hazy as Cathy was, staring off into the distance as she mindlessly humped at her slave’s ass. Kristin wrapped her arms around Lydia and pulled her into a deep kiss, and when she pulled away Kristin was happy to see Lydia starting to wake up again.
“What’s… going on?” she asked blearily.
“Cathy’s gotta check her phone and you’re kinda keeping her hostage,” Kristin giggled.
Lydia stared down and was surprised to find she was still fucking Cathy, making the shorter girl melt back to the floor as her arms gave out, moaning quietly as she accepted her Mistress’ power. She stopped fucking her, but for a moment Lydia hesitated before pulling the toy out. The toy was drenched, little drops of lust dripping off of the strap on.
“Sorry about that, guess I got caught up in the moment,” Lydia muttered awkwardly, blushing.
Kristin gave her a kiss on the neck, holding her girlfriend tight. “It’s alright sweetie, we were all really into it. And Amy was right about Cathy’s tongue, I must’ve cum at least six times.”
Lydia slipped her hand down between Kristin’s legs, the black girl cooing happily as her fingers drew a small circle around her lips. Making sure she’d collected enough Lydia raised the drenched fingers to her lips and tasted her girlfriend’s cunt, licking up every drop.
“Mhm, delicious. And fucking her is amazing too. I swear I could feel Cathy’s pussy almost pulling me back in every time. I kinda want to feel her eating me out but I don’t think I can give up fucking her.”
Kristin giggled. “Then I’ll just keep her mouth all to myself, works for me.”
The two fell back into a deep kiss, but reluctantly broke off as they noticed Cathy still on all fours, staring at them with worshipping eyes.
“Hey Cathy, didn’t you have something to do?”
Cathy’s eyes filled with love for her Mistress. “I obey my Mistress Lydia. I exist only to bring her pleasure. Her slaves hear and obey.”
Kristin and Lydia couldn’t help but laugh. “We lost her, she’s back in character again.”
Lydia slapped Cathy’s cheek lightly. “Wake up now, slave. You gotta check your phone.”
Cathy did wake up, surprised to realize she’d even slipped away again. How long had they been here? She’d been so lost in having Mistr- Lydia. Having Lydia fuck her with that amazing toy, how it filled her completely, and lapping up at her sister slaves pussy, as if she were only a tool for her Mistress to give pleasure to her other slave. Only another fucktoy for them to use as they make love.
Before she fell back into her drunken state of devotion Cathy spun around and shook head, trying to stay awake. At least it was easier to think when she wasn’t looking up at Lydia and Kristin. A little more clear headed Cathy tried to stand but her legs were like wet noodles and she quickly opted for crawling instead, doing her best not to focus on the fact that it felt right to crawl in her Mistress’ presence.
Being submissive to Lydia was amazing, but Cathy had to remember that she was trapped being a toy for the entire cheer squad, including Amy. If she let herself get addicted to being owned and used then she wouldn’t be able to resist any of the other girls using her. She still had to think of a way out from Amy’s control and try to stop the blonde from enslaving the whole school again.
Cathy collapsed in an exhausted heap by her cheerleader uniform, thankful she could at least get a break from wearing the embarrassing uniform. She dug into her backpack and pulled out her cellphone, noticing three missed calls from Amy. Cathy rolled her eyes and knew it would be impossible to just ignore her and go back to the threesome.
She glanced up and saw that the couple were back at it, Lydia laying back on her wide ass as Kristin rode her in a reverse cowgirl, the black girl straddling Lydia’s lap as she rose and fell on the thick toy. Lydia had her hands on Kristin’s tight rear, helping to pull her up and down each time.
Cathy regretfully looked away to answer her phone as a text message came in from Amy.
“It was cute thinking you were so humiliated by your cute new uniform that you were hiding away in the Janitors closet so I let missing first period slide. But we’re halfway into the second period and you’re still not showing off your team spirit to your classmates. Where are you slave?”
“I got caught up with something,” she typed back quickly. Almost impossibly fast Amy shot back another text.
“What could possibly be so important?”
The naked girl started to type in her excuse when she stopped herself, grinning. Phone in hand Cathy slid back to her temporary Mistress.
“Amy wants to know why I’m not in class. Should I show her why, Mistress Lydia?”
Kristin looked back over her shoulder, never breaking her rhythm of riding her girlfriend. “Ooh, that sounds awesome. I’m sure the captain will love to know we’re breaking in the new girl.”
“Really breaking me in,” Cathy muttered, rubbing her butt. “I swear I’m gonna have bruises for three days.”
Lydia blushed. “Sorry, I kinda lost control of my hips.”
Cathy laughed and laid herself across Lydia’s stomach, idly fondling one of her perky tits. “Believe me, I’m not complaining at all. I can see why Kristin’s so crazy about you.” She handed her phone to Lydia, who quickly brought up the camera. Cathy took hold of her own small tits, twisting her nipples enough to make her wince with pleasure as she sucked on one of Lydia’s breasts. Even Kristin leaned back to pose for the picture, moaning loudly from the toy deep inside her pussy.
Lydia grinned and took the picture. “Oh, that looks great. Can you send me a copy?”
Cathy smiled as she was handed the phone. “Of course, Mistress. Anything for you.”
“See, now that’s how devoted a sex slave should be. You can learn a thing or two from her, Kristin.”
Suddenly Lydia thrust her hips hard enough to pick the black girl up off the ground, earning a delighted cry of surprise. Grinding down onto the toy Kristin let out a purr of pure ecstasy.
“Y-yes Mistress. I’ll do anything you say. Make me a better slave. Please.”
Cathy smiled with pride that she should represent a gold standard for an excellent sex slave. It occurred to her that a normal girl wouldn’t want to be praised for something like that, but Cathy couldn’t hide the warm pleasing glow that filled her. She knew she’d been programmed to be a great slave but now there was no denying how much she enjoyed it too. Before she could worry on this too much the phone chirped in her hand with another angry text from Amy.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”
Lazily sliding her fingers over her slick pussy Cathy sent the text, savoring the thought of Amy’s reaction to the slutty pic. Cathy rested her head back on Lydia’s stomach, humming to herself as she felt the girl’s strong ab muscles flexing, making a relaxing rhythm as Lydia thrusted the strap on into her girlfriend. Rocking gently with the tide of their lovemaking it was almost too easy for Cathy to slip back into that empty trance, just embrace who she was made into and surrender to having a mind equipped only for being a doting slave girl. But still she held back and fought. It just wasn’t right for her to stop fighting when so many people were in danger of being manipulated by Amy. There had to be something she could do.
Only Cathy knew that her resistance was a double edged sword. Just as she could cling to her independence when Amy tried to put her under completely, so too could that obedient programming in her head manage to resist and stop Cathy from ever doing anything to stop her Mistress. She would be so busy fighting herself there’d be no room left to try and sabotage Amy’s campaign of enslaving the school.
Cathy frowned and realized it was pointless. There was no solution available so why should she keeping spinning in circles worrying over it? She’d just been fucked perfectly for over an hour and was still brimming with that perfect blissful afterglow. Best to simply enjoy the present and worry about what the future holds later.
As Kristin shook above her from a powerful orgasm Cathy heard her phone go off again. She flipped it open and smiled, imagining the surprised look on Amy’s face when she opened the pic of the threesome. She’d be in class too, so maybe someone saw her looking up lesbian porn on her phone. Cathy giggled, happy that someone else was being publicly humiliated for a change.
“Oh… well, um, good work getting to know your new teammates,” Amy’s text read. Cathy could almost sense the deep blush on the blonde cheerleaders face. “Go ahead and enjoy yourselves then. But after school go home and get your skimpiest bikini. The cheer squad is going to have a pool party at Gina’s house to welcome in our newest member ;)”.
Cathy let out a long sigh, just imagining the horrible things Amy could do to her with the whole team present. Plus she didn’t own a bikini, which unfortunately weighed on her mind seriously since she needed to obey the order to wear one.
Kristin suddenly flopped next to her, melting to the floor with a long, sensual moan. Cathy snickered and moved aside, letting Kristin cuddle up beside her and put her head on Lydia’s stomach.
“Fuuuuck, this was the best day ever,” Lydia said, their human pillow trembling with delight.
“I’d definitely put it up there,” Cathy agreed honestly. The only times she’d put above the threesome was… well, almost any time she was with Amy, which honestly surprised her. Then she felt Lydia’s hand petting her head and affectionately nuzzled into her palm, happy for an excuse to forget about Amy. To make things even better Kristin wrapped her arms around Cathy and hugged her close. Even though they were both naked, sweaty and had spent the better part of an hour fucking it was clear that this wasn’t a sexual hug. She was still Lydia’s girlfriend, but Kristin was happy to show her appreciation to Cathy for an amazing time. For once Cathy started to wonder if maybe the cheer squad really was the place for her, now that Amy had twisted them all into lesbian sexual deviants.
“So,” Lydia whispered as she leaned in, “What did Amy think of the picture?”
“She loved it, naturally. Also, she said apparently we’re all going to have a pool party at Gina’s place.”
“Ooh, those are so much fun,” Kristin replied as she squeezed Cathy’s arms. “You’ll have a blast there.”
“I doubt it. Amy ordered me to wear a skimpy swimsuit so she can humiliate me in front of everyone.”
“Kinky,” Lydia said with a wink.
Cathy’s face flushed red. She hadn’t meant to let that slip out, and was honestly surprised she was allowed to say that much about her punishments. But then the cheerleaders were all accustomed to Amy getting her way, so they likely weren’t fazed by it.
“Why is Amy going to humiliate you?” Kristin asked, eyes full of concern.
Cathy bit her lip, wondering how to explain. “Well, I kinda did something mean to Amy. She totally deserved it!” Cathy quickly put in. “But, well, now she’s trying to pay me back for it. That’s why I had to spin and twirl for you with my panties off.”
The black girl narrowed her eyes at Cathy, clearly having trouble buying that. It wasn’t like Cathy could just explain that Amy’s boobs had the power to control minds.
“Look, I know you don’t believe me.”
Kristin widened her eyes, blushing. “Oh, no, it’s not that. I know Amy loves getting her way. It’s just that when you were twirling you were really wet.”
“I mean, it was really embarrassing to do that for you,” Cathy said quietly.
“So being embarrassed turns you on?”
The shorter girl’s blush deepened. She’d almost forgotten people don’t normally got off on their humiliation.
“Yeah, I know that’s bad but… yeah, it turns me on.”
Kristin offered a bright smile. “Then why is Amy humiliating you a bad thing? Sounds like you’d really enjoy yourself.”
Cathy opened her mouth to answer but stumbled, the answer seeming so obvious but for some reason she couldn’t articulate it.
“I- well, Amy’s evil,” she said lamely. “I can’t just let Amy have her way with everyone.”
“I guess if she’s being mean to other people I understand,” Lydia chimed in, still petting Cathy’s head. “But if she’s trying to mess with you knowing it turns you that sounds less like a punishment and more like flirting.”
“But it’s not normal!” Cathy cried out. “I shouldn’t melt anytime someone humiliates me, I shouldn’t get wet from being used and degraded. I shouldn’t want to be nothing but a sex slave!”
Kristin laid a hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting kiss. “Cathy, you don’t have to worry about what’s normal. Just think about what’s good for you. When you were my sister slave for Lydia you really seemed to love it. Were you faking that?”
“No,” Cathy admitted in a defeated voice.
“Then just go for what makes you happy. That’s what I did.” Kristin reached out and took Lydia’s hand, kissing her fingers one by one.
“But… how do you know this is really what you want?” Cathy wanted to tell them that they weren’t really lesbians, that they were just puppets being manipulated by that cruel bitch Amy, that none of these desires were real. Then before she could speak Lydia started talking.
“Cathy, I came out to my parents two years ago and they hated it. They did everything they could to try and change me into who they wanted me to be. But you have to just listen to your heart and accept what it tells you.”
“But Lydia, Amy’s the one who—” Cathy stopped, blinking. “Wait, you’ve been a lesbian for two years?”
“I kept it quiet for a while, but yes.”
Cathy stared blankly. Amy didn’t get her powers until the beginning of the school year, which meant that Lydia really was a lesbian before. She turned to Kristin. “What about you? Were you a lesbian before senior year?”
Kristin giggled at the strange question but answered. “I was attracted to girl’s, but guys too. I tried being bisexual and went on a few dates with girls but it never seemed to work out. Then last month me and Lydia started hanging out more after practice and it just clicked.”
So they would be attracted even if Amy hadn’t been messing with their heads. And since they were both cheerleaders its possible they’d still have hung out and gotten together. Unless Amy ordered them to date.
“What made you decide to start hanging out more? Were you guys doing anything specific or—” Cathy stopped, not even sure what she was getting at.
Kristin shrugged. “I just wound up walking around with Lydia more, like going to the mall and stuff. I don’t think there was anything specific.”
Cathy’s heart started to sink a little. Maybe Amy really had-
“Actually, there was a reason we hung out more,” Lydia said guiltily. Kristin and Cathy rolled over, shocked. Lydia blushed and admitted “Fine, the truth is I noticed that you were always checking out my ass while we were practicing. You were cute so I started trying to be around you as much as possible and hope for the best.”
Kristin gasped. “You noticed that?!”
“Sweetie, you were practically drooling whenever you saw me change out of my skirt. I loved it.”
“Well, I’m glad you gave me a chance then.”
Cathy slid aside as Kristin crawled up on top of her girlfriend to kiss her passionately on the lips. As the two lovers giggled and moaned into the embrace Cathy couldn’t help but stare in wonder. She’d been so certain that the cheerleaders must have all been brainwashed into sexual deviancy, but learning that both girls were already like this before Amy got there… maybe the busty Mistress hadn’t made as many changes as Cathy suspected. Cathy thought back on all of the ways she’d been used by Amy, all of that humiliating torture she’d been put through like Amy addicting her mind to the idea of serving her enormous tits. Making Cathy nothing but a lowly sex slave. Humiliating her in public for everyone to see.
Amy had commanded her to follow all of those terrible orders, and yet no matter how much she hated to admit it Cathy had gotten off on all of it. Which led to the big question that Cathy was terrified to ask. Had Amy corrupted her mind with the power of her tits, filling her head with all of those perverted fantasies, or had Cathy already been into such fantasies and Amy only woke those feelings up?
If she really was a sexual submissive all along it would explain why her mind was able to fight her so well. Cathy had a vague impression of being able to resist somewhat before, could almost remember how that felt, and yet now it seemed like her own mind would sabotage her whenever she tried to escape Amy’s orders. Cathy had chalked that up to Amy programming her mind, but maybe the truth was that Cathy was really fighting not just Amy but herself as well, the part of her that truly wants to be treated like this.
Cathy rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. She let in a deep breathe, then slowly let it out, steeling herself.
Quietly, only mouthing the words, Cathy admitted the truth. “I like being a slave,” she said silently.
Instantly she squirmed as a warm, pleasing wave washed over her. It had felt good, but it wasn’t the full truth.
Cathy gulped and decided to go further. “I like being Amy’s slave.”
Her body burned up in the most perfect way, little fluttering kisses roamed down her stomach and down to her cunt. Cathy had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. Gasping, trembling, Cathy licked her lips and quietly said it again. “I like being Amy’s slave.”
Another perfect wave of ecstasy flooding over her. Only this was different from the way Amy used her. Cathy wasn’t falling into a trance, or succumbing to the programming. She was still herself with all of her thoughts in tact. This marvelous reaction taking over was her own body’s reaction to the truth of what she was feeling.
“I like being Amy’s slave.”
Toes curling, nipples tingling.
“I love being Amy’s slave.”
Licking her lips, thighs clenching and pussy trembling with need.
“I love A—”
Cathy opened her eyes in surprise.
“I love Amy,” she muttered quietly.
Her heart ran overtime as hot syrupy pleasure boiled through her blood. Cathy let out a quiet moan and shut her eyes, surrendering to the feeling.
“I love Amy. I want to stay her slave and be used however she wants.”
Her fingers slipped inside of herself as she bucked her hips, her other hand teasing her perky tits.
“I love all of this. I don’t ever want it to stop.”
The pleasure was building so much faster, overwhelming her. Cathy felt like she was on a speeding train that was out of control, impossible to get off now. She loved being Amy’s slave. No matter how cruel Amy was she loved her, too. She didn’t even want to really escape or save herself anymore. Which meant she had no choice but to accept what Amy really wants. A slave had to help her Mistress with whatever she desired.
Cathy ignored the guilt she felt and quietly whispered “I’m Amy’s slave. I have to help her conquer the entire school and enslave everyone.”
The pleasure withered and floated away, leaving her feeling oddly hollow. Cathy opened her eyes in surprise, wondering what was going on. If Amy wanted to rule the school then Cathy had to help her, right?
Again she felt that quiet discomfort that told her this was wrong. Her heart told Cathy that she wanted to be nothing more than a mindless slave for Amy, to allow Amy’s tits to manipulate her however they wanted. But even as a devoted slave she still thought it was wrong for Amy to use her powers without limits.
Cathy let out a relieved sigh and melted to the floor, feeling oddly at peace. She was a slave, no doubt about it. It was a huge weight off of her mind that she wouldn’t have to resist anymore. Except now that she’d accepted her place under Amy somehow she would have to convince her Mistress not to take advantage of anyone else. How in the hell was Cathy supposed to ask the cheerleader to give up unlimited power?
Suddenly it dawned on Cathy. She would do it by giving Amy everything she could ever want. If Cathy saw to her every need then Amy wouldn’t need the rest of the school. Cathy would need to sacrifice every last part of her mind, body and soul to Amy to make the girl happy. And the truth was that kind of absolute control would make her happy too. Maybe that was the happy ending Cathy should have tried for from the beginning of all of this. Not punishing Amy or trying to stop her from using her powers altogether but making it so Amy wouldn’t feel the desire for anything else, because Cathy would be the only slave she’d really need.
With her new path in front of her Cathy sat up on the shower room floor, filled with determination as a plan started to form. At the pool party she’d see to everything Amy wants, be the best slave possible, and then try to convince her to release everyone else from her spell. Cathy would have to sell Amy on the idea of needing only one truly devoted slave over an entire army.
It sounded completely impossible but Cathy didn’t have any choice but to try.
And right then she heard the locker room door slam open in the distance, excited voices filtering in. Cathy spun around and saw Lydia fucking Kristin from behind with the strap on, both of them freezing in terror as the voices grew closer. Blushing furiously Cathy ran to move their stuff to the corner, Lydia fumbling to try and get her strap on off.
“Maybe they won’t come in here,” Kristin whispered hopefully.
From deeper in the locker room they heard someone shout “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!”
Lydia tugged harder on the black straps stuck tight around her hips. “Oh fuck me, I’m gonna get expelled.”
Cathy had the pleated orange skirt in hand but knew they’d never be able to dress in time, especially if Lydia was stuck. So she threw the uniform down and leapt over to the others. Quickly she grabbed hold of the straps, yanking them down as hard with all her strength. Lydia yelped as the material gave her rope burn on the sides of her hip but she was free, the soaked toy falling to her feet. Cathy fumbled to get the strap on untangled from Lydia’s feet, glancing at Kristin.
“Turn three showers on, fast!”
The black girl ran and switched on three showers for them as Cathy triumphantly got the strap on free. Lydia and Kristin slipped under the showers as Cathy ran back to their bags in the corner, stuffing the big strap on into her bag. By now the voices were just outside the door and Cathy ran to just make it under the water just in time. In her head she cried out for joy, the three of them looking as if they were doing nothing more than grabbing a shower. Except of course that the water was ice cold and Cathy nearly threw herself away, but she had no choice but to grin and bear the freezing shower. Besides her Lydia and Kristin were shivering under the same cold water, but it was worth the cold shower if it meant they didn’t get caught having a threesome in school.
As the other girls who had wandered in began to shower Cathy and the others shared a private, happy smile, then each prayed that the water would heat up soon. Cathy was glad the cold water woke her mind up, at least. She needed to be fully prepared for the challenge of seducing Amy and was ready to spend all day planning out what to do. Cathy just hoped that she could be enough for Amy to give up the rest of her fun.