The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It was my pleasure, Rivkah. I’m just glad E’dan is feeling better. You can keep the gift for the rest of the night. We wouldn’t want your husband to have anything but the best medical care, would we? See you soon. Bye.”

Laura hung up the phone, feeling rather pleased with herself. When Rivkah and E’dan returned home from the hospital, there was a nicely wrapped present waiting for them. It wasn’t difficult to find a volunteer from among the newest Omega Xi members to go and pay a house call to E’dan, especially when Laura let it slip that he was one of Dr. Walter’s closest friends. All those girls had very fond memories of the oral sex master class she had run using Dr. Walters as a prop. By the next day, they’d all signed up for his freshman seminar being offered this coming spring. Laura chose one from the small crowd of volunteers who didn’t carry the baggage of homophobia that so many of the more senior members had drilled into them. After all, Laura didn’t want to leave Rivkah out of the action.

When E’dan woke in the hospital, he had no memory of the events that put him there. He remembered the party in the Omega Xi President’s Room. He remembered some young punk causing trouble…but everything after that was a blank. It was just as well. Gregg barely understood what David had done, but it involved inserting a phantom hand into E’dan’s chest and inducing a small heart attack. E’dan was lucky that David didn’t kill him. E’dan was ready to go home that night, but the doctors wanted to run tests and Gregg couldn’t tell them why they wouldn’t find anything.

When E’dan and Rivkah arrived home the next afternoon, standing in the stairwell to their duplex was Rachel, a rather busty new member of Omega Xi wearing a very revealing nurse’s outfit. In addition to her “head nurse” duties, Rachel was in fact a physical therapy major and could offer E’dan some soothing naked massages. Rachel was patiently waiting when they arrived not only with her delectable outfit, but also a full assortment of flavored oils and creams. Since Rivkah was a physical trainer herself, Laura hoped the two of them would hit it off professionally and Rachel could learn more advanced techniques from the super-fit mother-to-be. After all, it couldn’t hurt to have someone who really knew how to give massages living in the house. Laura had offered to contribute to Rachel’s “earnings” from her presidential slush fund, but Rachel, being among the smarter of the new Omega Xis, declined, happy to make a professional connection, do a favor for the new president, help a friend of Dr. Walters, and (after Laura described Rivkah’s and E’dan’s physical attributes in detail) just have a night of fun.

The sorority house was quiet. It was Friday night, and most of the girls had plans – either to earn some money or just have fun. Even Natalie was gone. Laura had set her sorority sister (and secret slave) up on a double date of sorts with Junior and his father. Junior was the last true “client” of Laura’s, not having taken on jobs since submitting to Gregg. Not too long ago, Laura had ushered Junior into manhood – an almost comical evening as she tried to tame the boy’s hair-trigger. Tonight, Junior was being introduced to his father’s business partners at their regular poker game and it wouldn’t do for him to go unescorted. Laura had promised Junior’s father that Natalie knew her stuff and would be more than willing to entertain both of them when the evening was over. It sounded cruel, but Senior was actually very nice rather fond of Laura and would make sure Natalie was both well rewarded and well cared for. The fact that Natalie’s forearm was in a cast didn’t seem to be an issue.

Laura looked up when she heard her door close. Rather than be annoyed at someone’s supposition, she smiled, seeing Charli enter. Standing, she gave her friend a hug and a brief kiss on the lips before giving her friend a lingering once over. “Damn, Charli! That outfit is smoking!” Laura’s relationship with Charli was her only true friendship. Their mutual affection was fired in the crucible of damage wrought by the fury of Brittany Anderson. They’d each gotten their revenge, and now all that was left was each other.

Normally outsiders weren’t allowed in the OX house, but even those who didn’t know about her friendship with Laura would probably have allowed her to pass on looks alone. Like most days, Charli was wearing all black. But it wasn’t the loose and baggy black that she once used to hide in. Tonight she was wearing a tight Iron Maiden tee-shirt that she’d cut into a sleeveless, deep-cleavage number. Below was a short pleated black skirt. The truly exciting part of the ensemble were the almost knee length black vinyl boots tightly laced from bottom to top. The heels were four inches, a testament to Charli’s growing comfort in the dominatrix type clothing her friend and mentor Mistress Michelle was so fond of.

The two women were a study in opposites. Whereas Charli, the geek-turned-chic, looked glamorous enough to go clubbing, Laura was in comfort-mode: glasses instead of contacts, hair held back in a scrunchie, baggy tee-shirt and running shorts. Still, even when dressed down, Laura reminded Chari of one of those porn-movie librarians – just remove the glasses, let the hair down, and she’d be ready to go!

Charli popped out the ear buds she was wearing and for a few seconds Laura could hear the frantic roar of whatever speed metal band was current on her iPod playlist before it was shut off. “So, how’s life as the President?” Charli asked jovially.

“It sucks.” Laura said, surprising Charli with a less-than-euphoric response.

Charli raised her eyebrows as she lowered her backpack to the floor. Tonight the two friends were having a sort of sleepover. Chad had a fraternity function – an exchange with one of the other sorority houses – so he was tied up until late that night. Rather than a backpack full of study materials, Charli had a supply of junk food, a change of clothes, her laptop, and two neatly wrapped gifts for her friend.

“Why so glum? Everything went off without a hitch…at least until our party got crashed.” Charli joined Laura back on the couch. She sat in corner, her legs crossed, her high heeled boot bouncing slowly and rhythmically. Laura slumped in the opposite corner, trying to latch onto just what was the root of her problem. It was difficult to focus with Charli looking so delicious.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s winner’s remorse. It’s like I’ve out-grown all this sorority stuff, but now I’m in charge. There are certain expectations of me, but I’m just not motivated.”

“Yeah, but with Brittany gone and you in charge, you can really turn this place around.”

“What if I don’t want to turn it around? What if I told you that every girl in this sorority is a shallow heartless bitch? Why would I want help them? They’ve certainly done never done anything to help me.”

“Yeah, but YOU changed.”

Laura looked up at her friend sadly. “YOU changed me. You and Gregg.”

Charli did her best not to get overwhelmed with emotion. “Maybe…somewhat. But ultimately, you made the changes. YOU cut off half of your hair and donated it to Locks for Love. YOU sought me out and became my friend despite your sorority’s rules against befriending outsiders. YOU tried to protect me from Brittany.” Charli let these words sink in. “Ultimately, you’ll have to decide whether you just want to walk away from all this after all that’s happened, or if you want to make something positive out of it – take advantage of your current ‘social capital,’ so to speak.” Laura smiled slightly at Charli’s reference from this week’s anthropology reading. “Either way, I’ll be by your side.”

While Charli didn’t provide any answers, Laura felt an overwhelming sense of love for her friend. Despite being three years older than Charli, Laura was awed by the girl’s maturity. With a father killed in the line of duty and a non-existent mother who’d retreated into a bottle, Charli had a maturity forced upon her that none of the privileged girls in the house could ever attain. Again, Laura was sad that Charli wouldn’t join her in the sorority, but at the same time, she knew that everyone in the house, herself included, were far inferior. She leaned over and embraced her black-clad friend, glad to have such solid support.

The smell of Charli’s hair and proximity of her body combined with her already heightened feelings of love and devotion. She pulled back a little and started kissing Charli’s neck, nibbling at her earlobe. She had a catalogue of things she wanted to do to this raven-haired beauty tonight, to express her gratitude just for being in her presence.

But that would have to wait. Charli pushed back, thwarting Laura’s efforts. Despite being a little flush and flustered from Laura’s sensual attack, Charli put on an air of command. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down. We’ve got all night.” Laura sat back and pouted. Secretly she was proud that the once overly shy girl had the strength of personality to take charge. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sleepover and, at least from what I remembered, kissing games come AFTER the junk food!”

Two hours later, both girls were sitting on the floor, giddy and giggly. They’d gone through a bag of microwave popcorn, microwave mini pizza bagels, half a box of ho-hos, and several wine coolers each. They were going back and forth on Charli’s laptop, trying to convince the other of the merits of their favorite bands. Laura had no appreciation for death metal, and Charli really didn’t care for R&B. Even comparisons of Usher’s body to that of Glen Danzig’s (in his prime) got them no closer to reconciliation. At the moment, Charli was playing air-guitar and thrashing her head to Man-o-War’s “Wheels of Fire.”

“I just don’t get it! Don’t you get dizzy banging your head like that?”

Charli raised her fist, extending her index and pinky in the classic devil horns and proceeded to thrash away, her long black hair whipping Laura across the face. Never having head-banged before while tipsy, Charli lost her balance and rolled backward, crashing into the couch, giggling uncontrollably.

Laura was also holding her side in laughter. She was having such a good time, she never wanted it to end. But when Charli collapsed, her skirt rolled up somewhat and Laura was given a perfect view of the black thong beneath. She licked her lips and fought down her excitement. ‘All good things to those who wait.’ She extended a hand and helped Charli sit up. Charli came up too quick and almost smacked nose to nose with Laura. Their lips were but an inch apart and the moment seemed to last forever, but this time it was Laura who was strong.

“Can you help me with something?”

Charli was a bit breathless. She licked her lips in anticipation of just how many ways she could “help” her attractive friend.

“What can you tell me about Yasmine?”

It took several moments for Charli to recall who Laura was talking about. “You mean that girl who was watching you in our Anthro class?” Laura nodded and Charli frowned in concentration, leaning back against the couch and opening another packet of Ho-Hos. She chewed contemplatively on the cloyingly sweet snack. “I don’t really know her. I never really got to know anybody in class. Actually when in class, my attention was sort of focused on our teacher…”

Just mentioning the teacher, Dr. Walters, Laura’s master, sent a shudder through Laura’s body. Charli offered up the remaining half of the ho-ho. Laura leaned forward and ate it out from Charli’s fingers, taking special care to lick all the melted chocolate off her delicate digits. The act was as playful as it was sexual.

She wanted to know more about Yasmine, but mentioning Gregg triggered another delicate question for her friend. “Charli? How come you never fuck Gregg?”

There weren’t many subjects that continued to revert Charli back to her former mousy personality…but Laura hit the biggest one. Her head fell forward and her curtain of black hair blocked most of her face. “He fucked me once…and it was glorious.” Charli paused in contemplation, closing her thighs together tightly around her hands to stem the reaction thinking about Gregg usually caused. “I love him so much, you know? Since that first day we met, I’ve had a huge crush on him. He could have taken me any hour of any day. But then I met Chad and fell in love...real love.” Charli smiled warmly at Laura. “I’ve never told Chad this, but even the night he took my virginity, with Gregg and Heather in the room making sure the moment was perfect…even at that very moment, if Gregg had asked, I would have climbed on top of him instead and given HIM my cherry. I think he knew that. I think that’s why he showed such restraint. He knew that my virginity was something that should be given to someone I loved, not someone I was infatuated by.” Charli paused to take a deep breath, holding back a tear with a force of will. “When I finally did fuck him, it was as much a conquest over Brittany as anything else. I wanted that bitch to know exactly what I was denying her. That’s what gave me the strength to walk away, I think. But even just thinking about that night makes me kinda tingly. I’m just afraid that if I ever did let him inside me again, that I would lose myself in him…and that’s not fair to Chad.”

Laura listened raptly. It took a second for her to see past her own slave mentality, that giving one’s self completely to her Master may not be what others truly wanted. ‘Charli has an amazing strength,’ Laura thought. ‘She denies herself the pleasure of Gregg out of her love for Chad.’ “Doesn’t it bother you, then that Chad isn’t bound by the same restriction you set for yourself? I mean, he was pretty upfront about the crush he had on Heather…and he had his crush a lot longer than you had yours.”

“It’s different. I can’t explain it. I’m almost as crazy about Heather as I am about Gregg…Technically, Heather was the first person I had sex with after all. It’s not so much that I’m letting Chad fuck Heather…it’s more that I’m letting Heather fuck Chad. My gift to her.” Saying it out loud for the first time made the difference more clear in her mind. Charli blushed realizing the flaw in her argument almost as soon as she said it. “I guess it’s also my gift to you…and Emily…and Rivkah…and Natalie…”

“I guess that makes sense…but still…” Laura took on a far-away look as she again thought about her master. “I think you’re unfairly punishing yourself. Chad won’t love you any less if you and Gregg DID hook up again.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s said as much, but…I’m just not ready.” Charli contemplated the floor for a second as she pulled together her thoughts. “Laura? You ever find it odd how easily we all fell into this sex thing? Before I met Gregg and Heather, the thought of kissing another woman would have grossed me out.” She glanced for a moment at her backpack, considering something. “Maybe it’s not all that odd for you being an Omega Xi and all, but never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I’d be in a circle of friends who not only regularly swapped partners...but who also genuinely cared for one another…It’s like some incredible piece of erotic fiction come to life! Like we’re all just characters in some strange erotic mind-control story!”

“Now I know you’re DEFINITELY drunk!” Laura said, pulling a pillow off the couch and flinging it toward Charli’s head.

Charli dodged, giggling. “No, I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong – I wouldn’t change any of this for the world…but doesn’t it all seem…I don’t know…unnatural?”

The color drained from Laura’s face. Of course it was unnatural. It all was a product of her master’s powers. Powers she didn’t understand, but which she accepted without hesitation. Charli wasn’t one of the few that knew of Gregg’s secret, and there was no way Laura was going to be the one to betray her master.

Thinking fast, she responded. “I’m no philosopher, but it seems to me that life is full of unnatural things. I mean, how did you get here? Would you be here if you hadn’t helped get rid of Brittany? Would you have helped get rid of Brittany if we weren’t friends? Would we be friends if I hadn’t made you cry the first time we met? Would I have made fun of you if you weren’t the product of your days at the Black Box night club? Would you have spent your days at that club if your father hadn’t been killed? What I’m trying to say is that there’s an impossibly long series of events that happened just so, and because of that…you’re here in my room, moments away from having my face buried between your legs!”

Charli almost choked on the sip of wine cooler she’d just taken. In just a few seconds, Laura went from philosopher to slut…but she still made a good point.

While Charli recovered, Laura reached over to her coffee table. “Hey, Charli, you ever see anything like this?” Laura pulled out her camera phone and scrolled forward to the picture of Yasmine’s notebook.

“It’s hard to see on that tiny screen. Can you email it to me?”

Laura sent it to Charli’s email account, along with another picture. Charli logged in on her laptop and opened the photo. Laura scooted behind Charli, opened her legs wide, and looked over her shoulder at the screen. Charli leaned back and rested against Laura’s body, Laura’s head resting on her right shoulder. Laura clasped her hands around Charli’s midriff and playfully kissed and nipped at her neck and ear while Charli contemplated the photo.

“I’ve seen this somewhere before. My first thought was that it was Elvish…but it’s not. Chad sometimes sends me little notes written out in Elvish…I have to go to a special website to translate them.” Laura snorted, unable to control her reaction. “Stop it! It’s cute! Anyway, Yasmine doesn’t exactly strike me as a Tolkien follower.” Charli sighed as one of Laura’s hands moved up toward her breast while the other moved down. “Uh…w…wait…maybe…”

It was exceedingly hard to concentrate, but Charli opened up a website and found what she was looking for. Laura looked over Charli’s shoulder in between kisses and saw that what was depicted on the screen looked remarkably like the scribbling in Yasmine’s notebook. kiss “Mmm, that could be it.” lick

The effects of the alcohol and Laura’s gentle kisses were taking their toll. The childhood sleepover was mere moments away from transitioning into something definitely more adult. “It’s…it’s shorthand. It’s more…oh God…mmmm…more efficient than handwriting. Usually secretaries and…whew …and journalists use it.”

“Did you say journalists?” Laura continued her slow but insistent massage of Charli’s pussy over the increasingly sodden black thong.

“Yeah, why?” she asked, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy.

“Because Yasmine mentioned that she was on her high school’s newspaper. I wonder…”

“Why are you so interested in her, by the way? Oh! Oh God!!” Laura had pulled the panty material aside and was slowly delving a long graceful finger in and out of Charli’s moist channel. The laptop was threatening to flip off her lap and onto its side as Charli’s legs twitched and writhed.

“She said she was thinking about trying to pledge Omega Xi. Normally she wouldn’t have a chance…she seems too sweet for starters. But then I took this photo—” Laura released Charli’s breast and reached past Charli’s lap and opened the picture of Yasmine in the middle of her erotic imagination.

“Wow…that’s so fucking hot.” Laura didn’t know if she meant the photo or what her free hand was still doing beneath Charli’s skirt. Nor did she care.

“Yeah, I know. But something’s been bugging me about this whole situation. While I think Omega Xi could use some truly ‘nice’ girls, something about Yasmine doesn’t seem on the level. Could you send me the URL of this shorthand? I want to try to decode this.”

“You’ll never do it,” she moaned. “Too complicated if you’ve never used it. Don’t worry, I know somebody.” Charli reached behind her and grabbed at Laura’s hair. But her fingers fumbled and she only succeeded in removing the blonde’s scrunchie and knocking her glasses off. Laura didn’t seem to care, but she did care about Charli’s most prized possession – so with her free had she lifted the laptop off Charli’s lap and set it beside them on the floor.

Laura shook out her shoulder-length tresses and leaned forward, kissing Charli fiercely on the lips. Their tongues dueled in desperate passion as Laura’s hand drove her raven-haired partner closer and closer toward the edge. The digital image of Yasmine looked on, the frozen near-orgasm of her face bearing silent witness to the Sapphic display a mere foot away.

Her fingers squished in and out of Charli’s mound, pounding deep, trapped by the thin black cotton panties. Charli writhed, clawing desperately at Laura, unable to get a grip. Laura delighted in the helpless struggles of her friend. Going from geek to chic was incredibly sexy…but knowing the now strong quasi-dominatrix was at her mercy was incredibly hot! Laura was flush with excitement. As Charli writhed in pleasure, her body was also pressing deliciously against Laura and it was almost more than Laura could bear. It was time to finish this and move on to bigger and better things.

Laura trapped Charli’s clit between her thumb and her sodden fingers. Gently but determinedly, she massaged the small bundle of nerves, overloading Charli’s senses. The girl moaned loudly, not caring a whit about what others in the house may think. Her back arched and her chest strained against the tee-shirt she was still wearing.

“Yesss…that’s it Charli! Cum for me! Cum on my hand!” Laura whispered in Charli’s ear as the brunette bucked and spasmed.

“OH SHIT! AHHH!” Charli cried, finally giving over to Laura’s incredible hand massage.

Laura continued her ministration, keeping Charli at that moment of pleasure as long as she could. But in an exhausted desperation, Charli grabbed Laura’s wrist and forcibly yanked her hand away, giving herself a moment to recover.

Panting, her skin tingling with exquisite pleasure, Charli twisted and rolled free of her tormentor. Her wide eyes shone with dark desire. It was time to share her gifts.

She pushed her laptop across the floor with the heel of her boot, keeping it at a safe distance. The desire-filled face of Yasmine continued to stare up at them. Reaching into her backpack, Charli removed a thin square package, wrapped in plain paper.

“What’s this?” Laura asked, taking the proffered gift.

“While you were undermining the authority of your president, we were having a benefit concert. I thought it would be a shame if you missed Brittany’s performance. So I secretly recorded the whole evening. I’m still working on editing the original, but I made a copy of the first few hours for you.”

Laura tore open the paper to reveal the plain, unmarked DVD in a case. Charli took it from her hand and put it in Laura’s DVD player and pressed play. On the screen, from a camera positioned high in a room, Laura watched Brittany standing alone in the room, nervous. From the corner of the screen came Charli, dressed to the hilt as her other persona – Mistress Cheryl, her face hidden by her black mask. “What have we here?” Mistress Cheryl asked. “Thinking fondly of me?”

The audio wasn’t great, but Laura didn’t care. She watched as Brittany nodded, defeated. Seeing Charli have such complete mastery over their former nemesis was fanning the already overheated flames between her legs. Charli was so different from her Mistress Cheryl persona that it was difficult to think of them as the same person…but they were. Mistress Cheryl pointed to a bench and Brittany quickly sat down – another jolt of lust rushed through Laura. The room was getting very hot just watching this and she picked at her shirt which suddenly seemed uncomfortable against her skin.

“Tonight is a graduation of sorts Brittany,” Mistress Cheryl said on camera. “But not yours. Mine. You see, while I have grown into the woman that I have become, you have failed. You are no longer worthy of my presence.”

“No!” Brittany cried. With each word uttered by Brittany, Laura’s lust was enflamed. She’d destroyed Brittany behind her back, releasing her sorority sisters from the bonds of blackmail Brittany once held over them. Now she was watching as Charli destroyed Brittany…to her face – a feat she was unable to do herself.

“Yes my pet,” Mistress Cheryl continued. “Tonight we part ways, but if you obey me this last time, then I’ll grant you one final reward…one which will change your life, I’m sure.”

“Please, Mistress Cheryl…don’t leave me…not yet…not now.”

Laura watched as Charli grabbed Brittany by the hair and forcefully pulled back, causing the girl to cry out in pain and surprise. “You don’t get to ask me anything! After all I did to you…for you…you still haven’t learned anything. You’re so fucking selfish!” Charli let go of Brittany’s hair and the girl tumbled forward, landing on the cold concrete onto her hands and knees. Charli walked back around the bench and Brittany dove for Charli’s boots, planting kisses and holding her ankle tight against her cheek.

“I’m sorry Mistress Cheryl. Please forgive me.”

Laura’s hands were inside her pants, feverishly rubbing herself. This moment was seriously contending for the hottest thing she’d ever seen – coming close to the moment when she gave herself to her master.

While she watched fervently, she barely noticed as Charli helped her stand and removed all her clothes. It was like she was having an out of body experience. Her eyes were fixed on the television, seeing but barely believing as Brittany was also stripped and placed on a bench in the center of the room. She watched as Emily, ankle still bound in a bandage from when Brittany almost got her killed, hobbled onto the screen and slapped Brittany full across the face. Laura squeaked with a small orgasm.

Rivkah and Edan entered next, their bodies strong and chiseled. Laura knew what was happening. She’d been told all about it at the party after they all met back at the house. But actually seeing it was something completely different. It was too much. Laura’s senses were piqued to overload. She managed to turn her gaze away from the TV long enough to see that Charli had begun unlacing one of her boots. “No! Leave the boots on!” she cried, before her attention was again taken over by the flickering images on the screen.

Laura could almost hear Charli smiling, if such a thing were possible, but she was so absorbed by what she was seeing on the screen that she couldn’t avert her gaze…not even for Charli. Brittany was squatting before E’dan, sucking his cock. Laura could hear the crowd off screen roaring with approval. But the hottest thing about what she was watching was that Rivkah, E’dan’s wife, was watching, ready to stop Brittany if her performance was anything less than exquisite. But Brittany was so lost in pleasing Mistress Cheryl, that Laura knew that disappointment was not possible. Watching Brittany so totally defeated was what kept Laura from blinking, not even turning as strange sounds came from over where Charli was standing, mere feet away.

Rivkah took a seat on the bench, turning sideways so that she leaned back on her hands and spread her legs, her knees bent and her feet were up on the sides of the bench. Charli pulled Brittany’s face off E’dan’s now fully erect cock and led her to kneel on the bench between Rivkah’s spread legs. The older woman shone like a bronzed statue, the fluorescent lights gleaming off her darker skin. With one hand, she pulled her bikini strap to the side, revealing her bald pussy. Laura was lost in lust as she watched Charli push Brittany’s face down into Rivkah’s quim. Laura leaned forward onto her hands and knees, unconsciously assuming the same pose as Brittany on the screen. There was movement behind her, but she couldn’t turn her face to see what Charli was doing.

Brittany licked desperately at the puffy lips before her, doing everything she could think of to please the woman. E’dan sidled up behind Brittany, and when she felt his cock pressing against her, she instinctively arched her back. Likewise, Laura thought she felt something press against her overheated mound. She arched her back as well, the juices practically dripping out of her. With an eager thrust, E’dan pushed forward, stretching the walls of Brittany’s cunt. At that very moment, something long and hard pushed into Laura and an orgasm tore through her body.

“Ahhhh!” Her arms gave way but even as she fell forward onto her elbows, her face turned so she could continue watching the TV screen. E’dan began fucking into Brittany in earnest, and to Laura’s shock, she felt something fucking in and out of her as well, almost stroke for stroke with what was happening on screen.

It was finally enough to pull her attention away that she arched her body sideways and saw what was really happening behind her. Charli was on her knees, a large black strap-on dildo belted around her waist. Her hips were thrusting the massive toy in and out in time with E’dan. A look of mischief and lust mingled on Charli’s face. The old Charli would never have even thought of owning something like this…but the new Charli…

Laura was at a loss for words. She pushed herself up back on outstretched arms and resumed her viewing of the video. The only assent she gave to Charli was to thrust back with each thrust forward of the thick black cock.

“Hmmm…I thought you might like it…”

Laura didn’t just like it…she LOVED it. Granted, it wasn’t same as being fucked by her master, but given the level of excitement that had been building inside her watching the video, being filled with anything was just what was needed. Through the haze of pleasure Charli was instigating with her thrusting, Laura was dimly aware of the subtle differences between Charli’s “cock” and that of her master. For starters, it was hard rubber – soulless. When Gregg fucked her, she could feel the subtle twitches and flexes of his cock. It was like her master’s prick spoke a language all its own and she was one of the privileged few who understood. There was also no warmth to the dildo – just the unrelenting textured hardness. Moreover, despite Charli’s best efforts to mimic a man thrusting, it was slightly clumsy and awkward. But none of these deficiencies were worth mentioning. In fact, it was somewhat touching that Charli went to such lengths to excite her beyond measue.

Slap!

Laura yelped in surprise as Charli took things to the next level, playfully swatting the blonde’s tight ass as she thrust even harder.

“Yeah, take it bitch! Fuck that cock!”

Charli’s domination of her was so powerful that Laura moaned in pleasure, arching her back in silent pleading for another slap. Craning her neck to look up behind her, Charli cut an impressive dominant figure – her raven hair cascading over half her face, her large breasts swaying in time with her thrusts, the boots, the dark gleam in her eye. As Laura returned to watching Brittany’s continuing punishment on the screen, it was increasingly clear how Brittany was able to fall so completely under Charli’s thumb.

“Oh….Oh Jesus, Charli…” Laura gasped. She didn’t care if someone walked past her door and heard her calling another woman’s name. In fact, if she got booted from the sorority, it would make her life infinitely easier. No more having to deal with the very women who betrayed her, and who she now led. She could devote herself entirely to the pleasure of her master and her friend. “Ahhh! Fuck me Charli! Almost…almost…”

“That’s right, you fucking slut! Cum on my cock! Take it!” Charli’s harsh words were like an aphrodisiac. Charli gripped Laura’s hips harder, her fingernail digging into the firm flesh beneath. She thrust her hips as fast as she could, her pelvis smacking loudly and repeatedly into Laura’s ass. It was all she could take. Laura’s cunt tightened down on the thrusting phallus, inhibiting Charli’s thrusts. Again, her arms collapsed and her body spasmed while she rested her forehead against the floor. The unyielding rubber cock filled her as she jerked and spasmed. There was no rewarding rush of cum from the cock, but that didn’t stop her own release of juices.

Charli closed her eyes, her hands still firmly holding Laura’s hips. Her own pussy spasmed weakly in a sympathetic orgasm. She could almost imagine her prosthetic extension flooding her partner with its seed, her own asscheeks clenching and releasing as if she were personally unloading a load of cum into Laura. As the fog of her own pleasure passed, she suddenly recalled the horrible things she was saying to Laura. Maybe it was the position…maybe it was that they were watching Brittany’s continued humiliation on the TV. But it was like her persona of Mistress Cheryl had taken over.

Gently, she pulled the cock from Laura’s still twitching pussy. It made a sticky wet sound as it slowly pulled free. Laura remained motionless, her knees spread wide, her forearms and forehead still on the floor, her ass high in the air – her pussy lips clenching in vain in search of something to hold onto. “Laura…I…I don’t know what came over me…I didn’t mean what I said…I’m sor—”

“Shhhh,” was all Laura could manage in an effort to forestall her friend’s apology. Charli remained there on her knees, her black cock wet and shiny. Laura weakly turned around and faced it, inhaling her own scent which coated it.

She pulled herself up to a kneeling position and fiercely kissed Charli on the lips, the wet cock leaving a sticky smear across her belly. Their fingers tangled in each others’ hair as their tongues explored each others’ mouths as fiercely as two lovers could. The passion of Laura’s kiss made it clear to Charli that her word play was not something she should ever feel sorry for.

Laura broke the kiss and with her face flush and her breathing deep, she turned Charli around and positioned her onto her back. Laura gave the strap-on a quick check to make sure it was still fastened tight around Charli’s waist before straddling the toy. Slowly she sank down on the large cock, letting her cunt readjust itself to the hard rubber invader.

Slowly she started fucking herself up and down, getting into a pleasurable but unhurried rhythm. She fell forward again sealing her lips to Charli’s. Laura’s kisses trailed down Charli’s chin, down her neck, and toward a heavy breast. The previously dominant Charli was held submissively captive beneath the grinding Laura as her nipple was ruthlessly teased and sucked. It was a pleasurable torture that Charli felt, having no cock in her as Laura played with her body. In fact, she was completely at the blonde’s mercy at least until Laura got herself off.

But Laura was in no hurry. She kissed and licked back up the side of Charli’s neck, taking time to nuzzle at her earlobe. She lifted her face slightly and saw Brittany’s continued humiliation on the screen. To her left was Charli’s laptop with the still frozen almost-orgasm visage of Yasmine.

Charli squirmed beneath her, shifting the black cock from side to side, causing new pleasures to course through her nubile body. Laura sat up, letting the cock fill her even more completely. She alternated between bouncing up and down on Charli’s cock with grinding her hips in small circles. Charli reached up and fondled her breasts, crushing the elongated nipples. Laura did her best to make sure Charli had a good show, entertaining her friend to the best of her abilities with her beautiful body. Charli was moaning in delicious torture from the show and from the lack of direct stimulation. Laura enjoyed the moment, not minding if Charli’s pleasure was delayed. The night was still young and there’d be plenty of time to reverse roles.

And then, Charli would learn just how completely Laura paid off her debts…