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The Nap

By: spurlyng



It was one of those summer warm days so still you could hear the flies buzzing. The woman's bedroom was the only cool room in the house the curtains were pulled closed and the fan was on. The woman went there to read but the cool dimness felt so good she was loathe to turn the light on. Instead she lay down on the bed to relax and drifted off to sleep.

She awoke in a half dream state, not sure whether she was awake or asleep. The woman thought she felt a body spooned against her back and a hand resting on her hip. Sure that she was dreaming, the woman sighed and snuggled in to the body that fit so perfectly against hers. The dream hand moved, sliding the soft silk skirt of her dress up over her legs, gathering the material in a bunch at her waist and exposing her body to the cool air. Then she felt lips on her neck kissing her softly, moving so slowly, so gently on her skin. The soft kisses trailed down her neck and ear, teasing her ever so gently. She sighed, arched her back and moved closer into the body.

The hand slid inside her panties moving them off her hips and down her legs, she wondered if this might not be a dream after all. But the hand was so slow, the room so cool, the man so deliberate she didn't see how it could be anything but a dream. 

So she relaxed and felt the lips on her neck and the hand sliding her panties off her body. She could feel herself becoming wet and aroused her naked nipples now hard inside her dress. The hand slid her panties very slowly off her feet. Naked from the waist down with her dress pulled up round her hips, she knew this was not a dream. The woman tried to turn to see the man behind her, but he stopped her saying softly, "No, stay there." She heard the man move off the side of the bed and stand up. She heard the sound of clothing being removed, pants being unzipped, she heard the man's breathing, and she trembled in anticipation. The woman put her hand between her legs, rolling her clit between her fingers making herself wetter. Then the man was back, naked. He leaned over her, kissed her cheek gently, took her hand from her pussy and whispered "Let me do that."

He put his hand to her pussy, spread her lips, put a finger on her clit and gently slid another finger inside her while rubbing her clit. She moaned and moved her pussy tightly against his hand while the man leaned over her and watched her face. He moved his fingers harder, all the while whispering in her ear. The woman didn't hear the words, she only heard the sound of his throaty voice. He said in a little louder voice, "Do you want me to keep going?" 

Breathing hard the woman moaned "Oh God, yes. Don't quit."

But he did quit. He pulled his finger out of her and licked it. "Mmmmmmm, you taste so good. I love the taste of pussy, especially yours." The man put his wet finger in her mouth, she sucked it greedily, loving the taste of her own juices, he smiled and pulled back, his hands caressing her soft, hot skin. He enjoyed watching her writhe beneath his hands, his cock hard and solid against her. 

The woman was desperate with the need to climax, her pussy ached, her nipples so hard they hurt..."Please." she whispered.

The man unzipped her dress to her waist, the woman moved to get out of the dress but the man gently moved her back to the bed making her lie on her stomach. Pulling the dress open he kissed her back, kisses so exquisite they were nearly painful. The man knelt beside her, kissing her, licking her skin. The woman shivered and moaned, her hands holding tight to the bedspread. The man pulled the back of the dress open wider and moved it down off her shoulders, making it possible for her to take her arms out of the dress. He pulled the top of the dress down to her waist. She was naked from the waist up with the dress bunched around her hips.

Trembling with anticipation and need the woman started to roll onto her back, but the man helped her up on her knees. The woman's head hung down, hair clinging to her flushed face and falling over her shoulders, her arms held her weight and she waited, quivering, for the man to enter her. 

The man reached with his hand for the woman's softest place stroked her clitoris between two of his long fingers, leaned and kissed her thighs. The sound of her moaning was music to his ears. The man's erection was so hard and full he knew he couldn't wait much longer to slide into her soft secret place. In between kisses, he murmured to her...asking her to tell him what she wanted. The woman was lost...the voice, the hand on her clit, the kisses...she had no sense of time and place."Tell me what you want me to do to you," he commanded, "or I'll leave you this way."

The woman moaned, almost sobbing... "I want you to make love to me."

"No. You can do better than that. Tell me what you want me to do to you. This is your last chance." 

The man's fingers moved deep into her pussy, stroking deep and slow, he could feel how wet she was, smell her scent. He knew he couldn't leave her. The woman arched back and moved herself onto his hand harder and deeper... and said in the barest whisper,"I want you to fuck me."

The man kept moving his fingers in and out of her, his cock rigid. His need as great as hers. "Tell me how'" he said..."NOW."

Desperately the woman cried out, "I want your cock in me, I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum!"

The man raised up on his knees opened her legs wider, got up on knees behind the woman and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her wet, sweet pussy. He watched as he slid just the tip of his cock into her, his moans now mixed with hers. The sight of his cock between her pussy lips made him even more excited. The man felt his balls tighten, felt the soft warmth of the woman's pussy cradling the head of his cock. The woman pushed herself back on his cock...taking him deeper inside her...and he pushed forward into her. Now with him completely inside her, the woman cried out... "YESSSSS!"

The man could hold back no longer, moving his hips faster, he watched his cock moving harder and faster in her till hefelt her stiffen and heard her scream as she shook with her orgasm. The man was only seconds behind her. He moaned and cried out as he felt his cock pumping his juices into the woman. The woman fell forward on her chest onto the bed. The man withdrew his cock from her and gently kissed her back. 

He smoothed her skirt down over her buttocks, whispering "Sleep well, angel." 

The last sounds she heard before she fell back asleep smiling were that of clothing being picked up and a door opening and closing.

The Nap



I've come into the house where you are lying down to take a nap, but when I check on you, you're not sleeping yet. You complain that you can't sleep, you're too tense for a nap.

I sit on the bed next to you, the weight of my body causing yours to roll just a bit toward me. I quietly tell you to close your eyes and begin to rub your back over your shirt. With the palm of my hand, I trace gentle circles over your back, trying to help ease the tension out of your body. I feel you relaxing a bit, as your shoulders drop and you stretch out, your body calling out for more of my touch.

Now warmed from the friction of rubbing over your shirt, I take my hand and lift your shirt, transferring my massage to your bare skin. I knew you weren't wearing a bra, and I now feel the soft skin on your back. You continue to relax even further, as I lift your shirt up, bunching it near your neck. I gently massage your shoulders with both hands, then rub down the sides of your body, lightly touching the sides of your breasts which are flattened under you. I continue this motion, up your back to your shoulders, then down the sides, with increasing pressure on your breasts with each stroke.

Soft "ahhhs" emanate from your lips as my fingertips now explore the waistband of your loose pajamas. I lightly run my fingers just an inch or so under the waistband, all the way from one side, over your back, and down the other. I feel your body lift just slightly, with the hope that I will touch your belly too, but I move my fingers once again to your back.

I now slide them a bit further down your pajamas, gliding them back and forth still, from side to side, as you continue to sigh in satisfaction. A little further down, and I now feel the top of your crack, just an almost imperceptible valley between your two cheeks. I let my finger linger there for a moment, causing you to wonder what I am going to do next. . . .

My finger lingers at the top of your crack, as your body starts to rock back and forth, as if you were trying to direct my finger to a certain part. I remove it from under the waistband of your pajamas, and return them to the shirt bunched around your neck. I lift the shirt over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up, and with my hands on your side, I ease you over on your back.

I now gaze at your beautiful breasts, dominating the front of your body. Both of your nipples are erect, demonstrating your arousal and testimony to the effect my touch has already had on you. I place the left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pressing gently, and much to my surprise it immediately grows even larger, almost throbbing under my fingers. An audible sigh emanates from between your lips, as your hand rises up to join mine in touching your breast. I take your hand and place it over your other breast, and you begin to fondle that nipple, making it grow to match its partner.

I begin rubbing your stomach, running my hands in circles, mirroring what I had done earlier to your back. At the top of the circles, my fingers reach under your breasts, stroking that sensitive spot where your breast is attached to your chest. I lift your large breast, hefting it in one hand, and continue stroking it underneath. Your nipples remain erect, as your arousal continues. I repeat the action on the other breast, lightly stroking both under the breast and on your chest.

I let your breasts flop back down on your chest, and continue rubbing your belly, moving slowly downward toward your PJs. As I gently slip the pads of my fingers underneath the waistband, your arousal becomes even more evident, as I can now smell a sweet scent coming from between your legs. I look down, and notice a growing wet spot on your pajamas, right at your crotch. I take a finger, and lightly draw over the fabric, feeling the wetness on my finger and pushing the fabric ever so gently between your engorged lips. You gasp as you first feel my touch on that part of your body, and you open your legs slightly, hoping to draw my finger in even further. . . . 

"Please touch me there," you say, pushing your crotch up in the hope you'll receive more pressure from fingers.

"Be patient, my love," I respond as I feel the wetness seeping into your pajamas. "I'll touch you when and where I want, not what you desire." I remove my finger from your crotch, much to your frustration, and trace a line around your nipple. You feel your own wetness on your areola, which only serves to make you even more aroused.

"Sit up," I command. You rise, still sitting on the bed, naked from the waist up, your big tits with their erect nipples hanging down. I love this view of you, and sit for a moment just taking it in. I then reach down into the bag I brought into the room with me, and take out a blindfold. I place it over your head, adjusting the straps so that it is pulled tightly against your face, blocking all light from reaching your eyes. I give a gentle push on your breast, and you flop back down on the bed again.

"Lift your hips up." You hesitate for a moment, not sure if you should comply with this. I see your hesitation, and lightly slap the side of your breast, not hard, but enough to elicit a small gasp from your lips, though I don't know if it is from pain or surprise. "Do it now, or the next time I will not be so gentle with these," I say, putting my hand under a breast and hefting it, then letting it flop back down on your chest again.. 

You plant your feet flat on the bed, and lift your hips up and hold that position. I can see it's not easy for you, but I make you stay like that for about 30 seconds, wondering what is going to happen. Finally, I reach my hands on both sides of your hips, grasping your pajamas, and yank them down to your knees. 

"Okay, put your hips down now and lift your legs." This time you comply much faster, not wanting to feel the sting of my hand on your breast again. I pull your pajama bottoms off your legs, now leaving you fully naked in all your glory in front of me. What I sensed before through my touch is confirmed both by sight and smell; I can see the wetness leaking out of your pussy, and the pungent smell reaches both of us at the same time, as I see you twitch your nose in the realization of what you are smelling.

I sit down next to you on the side of the bed, and wait. The anticipation is burning in you, as you know not what I will be doing, and you have no visual cues. I move around a bit on the bed, but without touching you, leaving you wondering what I am going to do to you.

"Are you ready to do everything I ask of you?"

I can see a little bit of panic in your face, even though your eyes are covered by the mask. Your facial expression makes clear that you were not expecting this. You don't respond, and I reach out and pinch a nipple hard between my fingers. 

"Ow," you respond, but before you can say anything else, I place the same finger on your lips.

"I asked you a question, my pet, and I expect a response," I say.

Once again, you know you cannot hesitate, and you quickly respond, "Yes, I will."

"Good girl," I say, pleased with your acquiescence. I continue sitting next to you on the bed, not moving, letting your anticipation build. I watch you, your chest, breasts, and belly rising and lowering with each breath you take.

After three minutes, I reach over and run a finger through your slit to see if you are still wet. As I make contact and feel that you are still wet, you moan once again. I take my finger and raise it up, placing it under your nose. I see your nostrils flare out as you inhale your scent, recognizing what it is. I then drop my finger down, letting it linger on your lips. You now taste your own arousal on your lips.

"Open your mouth, pet," I say, and your lips part slightly. I place my finger between your lips and into your mouth. "Clean it."

You hesitate a second, but before I can remind you not to disobey me, I feel your tongue on my finger, licking your juices off of it. I let you swirl your tongue around, cleaning my finger, then I withdraw it, your tongue trying to follow as it pulls away.

"Up on your knees, sweetie," I say, giving you a gentle push on your hip. You comply, and roll over onto your stomach before getting up on your knees. I love seeing you in this position, your large breasts dangling down, with your nipples -- still erect -- hanging below each. Your ample ass is right next to me, presenting an inviting target for my ministrations.

"Move your body, pet -- I want to see your breasts swinging." You know the drill, as I've had you do this many times before. You slowly swing your hips from side-to-side, not very hard, but just enough to make your breasts swing in unison. I watch them gently moving back and forth underneath your torso for a minute or so.

"Okay, stop." You immediately stop, your large breasts slowly coming to a halt after a few more gentle swings. I reach over and once again pinch one of your nipples between my fingers, gently at first, but then harder. As it gets harder, you gasp, and I enjoy feeling the reaction I get from you. As I keep rolling it, I reach over with my other hand, feeling your pussy, and see that your wetness has increased.

I pull my hand away from your pussy. "Spread your legs, pet," I say, and you inch your knees apart. I relinquish my hold on your nipple, and get up from the bed. You feel me move, and look over your shoulder to see where I am going, but the blindfold still prevents you from seeing anything. I move around the bed, now mounting it from the bottom, and kneel right behind your luscious ass. You feel my presence there, but are still unsure what I am going to do.

I lean over you, not allowing my body to touch you, and tap the inside of your thighs. I lean into your ear and whisper, "Farther, sweetie," then pull back again. I see you ease your knees further apart. "That's enough," I tell you.

"Now lower your head to the pillow." You do as I say, laying you head gently on the pillow. This has the effect of raising your ass even higher in the air, making you more vulnerable. The anticipation is frustrating you; you know something is coming, but you don't know what it is I'm going to do.

I get up from the bed, leaving in your vulnerable position. I look in my bag, searching for something. Your head is facing me, resting on the pillow, but the blindfold still presents you from seeing what I am doing.

I find what I was looking for and come back to the bed. I'm sitting behind you, my face very close to your exposed ass, so close that you can feel my breath as I exhale. I take the silk scarf I retrieved from my bag and, holding both ends of it, rub it across your left ass cheek. You flinch at the touch at first, but when you realize it's not something that will hurt you, you relax again. I draw the cool silk over first one cheek, then the other, a number of times, a light touch at first, and then with more pressure. Again, soft moans are coming from your mouth against the pillow, demonstrating your enjoyment of the attention I am paying to you.

After a few passes back and forth over your cheeks, I stop, and you again wonder in anticipation of my next move. I take the fabric, and with a few deft twists of my hands, tie three loose knots in it. I then stretch the fabric between my two hands, and move over to your side. I lean down, and whispering into your ear, say, "Up on your hands again, my pet." You comply, putting yourself back on all fours once again.

I take the ends of the silk, and lightly wrap it around your large breast that is lewdly hanging down from your chest right in front of me. Circling your breast, I rotate the silk back and forth, the knots drawing tighter and working into the side of your breast as the silk passes. I do this a few times, tighter each time, until on the last pass I tie the entire scarf around the base of your breast, effectively tying it off, causing it to even more lewdly hang downward. I reach over, grabbing your nipple, and squeeze it a few times until it enlarges as before, eliciting a gasp from your lips again.

I get off the bed, retrieve another scarf from my bag, and move to your other side, repeating the treatment of your other breast until it too is tied off and hanging down. This time, rather than squeezing your nipple between my fingers, I instead lean down, and begin flicking it with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhh," you moan as my wet tongue makes contact with your nipple for the first time. After flicking it back and forth, I press my lips around it and suck it into my mouth. It becomes obscenely big at my touch, and I pull back from you, removing it from my lips with a "pop," causing you to gasp again.

"You enjoyed that, sweetie, didn't you," I whisper in your ear.

"Oh god, yes -- do you know what you are doing to me?" you say in a halting breath.

"Yes, my love, I have a very good idea what I am doing to you," I answer. "But this is just the beginning."

I spend a few minutes playing with your nipples this way, first one, then the other, teasing them with my lips and tongue. I put one on my mouth, and first lightly swirl my tongue around it, then I use my lips to suck on it hard. As I do this, each gets very large, only to soften back down as I turn to the other. You continue to moan as I do this, but I stop as I sense your arms are getting tired from holding you up.

I release the silks from each of your breasts, and pressing down on your head, say to you, "Lie flat now my pet." You comply with a sense of relief, as I see your breasts flatten against the bed and spread out to the side of your chest. I sit for a moment, admiring your nakedness, your entire body of soft flesh there under my gaze, as I anticipate my next move. I place a hand lightly on your back and feel your breathing, still very deep as you recover from the arousal under which I had placed you.

I take the two silks and undo the knots in them. I take one of your hands in mine, and pull it out from next to your body. I tie one end of the silk around your wrist, and the other to the bedpost. You know what I am doing, and do not dare to resist. I reach over you, my still-dressed body draped over your back, to do the same with your other hand. As I do, you feel my cock pressing against your back through my pants, and you know that I am as aroused as you are as I play with my little pet.

With both arms now firmly attached to the headboard, I get up from the bed. "Where are you going? You're not leaving me here like this, are you?" you quickly ask.

"Oh no, my dear, not to worry. I'm just getting more silks out of my bag so that I can finish tying you up," I reply. "And from this point on, pet, no words unless you are spoken to first and asked a question. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you answer.

I take my hand and swat one of your ass cheeks - not very hard, but hard enough to surprise you. You gasp. "Yes, what, my pet?" I ask you.

"Yes, master," you quickly respond.

I lovingly stroke the same cheek I had just swatted. "Much better, my pet. Now spread those legs for me"

You wiggle your legs apart, and as you do, your pussy comes into view. I can see your lips, quite pink and full, and can see the wetness of your arousal on them. Underneath you on the bed there is already a small wet spot forming on the sheet. I take the first silk, tie it to your ankle, and pulling your leg just a little wider, attach it to a post on the foot of the bed. With the other silk, I repeat the procedure, pushing your other leg a little wider also -- not uncomfortably, but enough that I know you feel very exposed. Doing this provides me with a lovely view of your privates, from the crack of your ass, over your little rosebud winking out at me, and down to your labia, now dripping with even more wetness than before.

I lightly trace this path with the tip of my index finger, starting at the top of your crack and running it down, just very lightly touching your rosebud when I brush over it. As I reach your labia, I allow my finger to enter you, now feeling just how wet you are. Your hips rise up against my hand, trying to pull my finger deeper into you, but as you do I pull it out, glistening with your wetness. I reach up and touch your lips with my finger, and they immediately open once again to suck it again and taste it for yourself. After you swirl your tongue around it a few times, I remove it.

"Now that I have you in this vulnerable position, my pet, are you ready for the real fun to begin?" I ask you.

"Yes, sir, I am ready," you quickly respond with anticipation.

"Good, my pet," I reply. I look down on you, so vulnerable with your limbs spread across the bed like that. I watch you breathe, your breaths causing your back to rise gently up and down. I reach over and adjust your blindfold, tightening it to ensure it doesn't slip off. I then place my hand lightly on the small of your back and let it rest there. You flinch at first from my touch, but then settle back down to your patterned breathing.

After a few moments, I start tracing circles on the small of your back with the palm of my hand, the pressure very light at first, barely noticeable to you. I gradually increase the pressure, and I sense your arousal beginning to strengthen again. I look between your legs, so widely spread for me, and see the glistening returning to your pink, engorged cunt lips. Two more minutes of this attention to your back, and then I stop, lifting my hand from your body. I don't touch you for a minute or so, and you wonder what I'm doing. I just sit next to you, my clothed leg resting against your naked one, not moving. After a moment or two, my hand returns to your body, this time continuing the circling motion on your ass cheek closest to me. I start with the light pressure again, and then slowly increase it, until I am all but kneading your cheek, your flesh billowing under my touch.

I move my hand to your other cheek, repeating the procedure, enjoying the kneading of your flesh. I see you getting even wetter, the moisture now all but dripping onto the sheets of your bed. You struggle lightly against your ties, trying to get more pressure from my hand, but unable to shift your position enough to do so. After a minute or so, I stop, lifting my hand from your ass once again.

I lean forward, whispering in your ear, "Count for me, pet." You are confused at first, but then understand what's coming. I lean back, and lifting my hand in the air, spank your ass cheek, not too hard, but enough to make your body jump off the bed a bit.

"One," you respond, almost as if you were out of breath. Another blow, this one a bit harder, on the same cheek. "Two."

I continue, harder with each blow, first one cheek then the other, and you continue counting, up to twenty before I stop. I begin to see red marks rising on your cheeks, and with them even more wetness from your cunt lips. I take one finger and push it into your sopping cunt, and you gasp, looking for a release. I then add first a second, and then a third finger, and begin pistoning them in and out of your cunt, as your body rises as much as it can to pull my hand into you. I feel your orgasm approaching, you want it to come and wrack your body. I piston harder and deeper into you, now spanking you again with my other hand. Just as the crescendo approaches, and you're ready for an astounding orgasm, I stop, yanking my fingers out of your cunt.

"Oh god, no!" you scream, out of frustration to what I have done to you. "Please don't stop."

"Sorry, pet, this is my game, not yours. You'll cum when I tell you it's time to cum."

"Please don't stop," you beg again. "I need to cum."

I laugh gently, not mocking you, but enjoying the teasing I am doing to you. "No, not yet - and not until I decide you are ready, my sweet." I get up from the bed, and move away from it. You turn your head, as if to try to find me, but the blindfold still prevents it. 




The Nap



"Where are you going?" you ask, a note of concern in your voice, your frustration coming through .

"Nowhere, pet, I am right here," I answer reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere." I stand away from the bed, removing my clothes, and placing them on the chair across the room. You hear the rustling, but are not sure what is happening.

I return to the bed, and release each of your restraints from the bed posts, legs first and then your wrists. "Roll over on your back, my sweet."

You comply, shaking your limbs lightly as they are unbound for the first time in half an hour or so. I then reattach the restraints to the bedposts, immobilizing you once again on the bed. I kneel next to you and for the first time you realize I am now as naked as you. Leaning down, I plant a kiss on your lips. Your tongue immediately seeks out mine, darting into my mouth, searching to engage mine. I give you what you seek, a deep, passionate kiss, with my tongue making contact with yours. I feel a sigh emanate from within your chest.

I pull away, gazing down on your body. There is a flush to your skin, your breasts flopping on the sides of your chest, your nipples quite prominent in their arousal. I look down and see the wetness seeping out of your pussy, your lips pink and engorged from the attention I had been giving them just a few moments before.

I reach up, and slide the mask up on top of your head, and then off. You blink your eyes a few times as they adjust to the light again. I smile at you, and you look into my eyes lovingly, but also with a pleading as you want me to return my attention to your gaping pussy.

I reach out and grab a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently. You gasp, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. I then kick my leg over your body so that I am now straddling your chest, seated on your belly between your breasts and your wet pussy, my hard cock nestled between your breasts. I reach behind me with my hand, and take one of your pussy lips between my thumb and forefinger, echoing what I had just done to your nipple. But instead of squeezing, I instead gently knead your lip, massaging it in a motion made easy by the abundance of moisture on it.

I now slide up your body, over your breasts, but keeping my fingers on your pussy. My cock is now right at your lips, you can see it dangling there, and you open your mouth in anticipation. I smile down on you. "Good girl," I say, as your mouth opens further.

As you open your mouth my cock slips easily inside , not very far at first. Your tongue goes to work, lightly swirling on the head, the part you know to be so sensitive. It grows even bigger in your mouth, and you adjust your neck to be able to take more of it. All this time I continue the massaging of your pussy lips behind me, first one, then the other. The moisture continues to pool between your legs on the sheet.

"That's right, pet, you go ahead and make sweet love to my cock," I encourage you as you continue to tongue it, your lips now sliding up and down on the shaft. As I become more aroused, I switch the action of my fingers away from your lips, now repeating my earlier motion of pistoning them in and out of your pussy. I can feel the arousal building in you, matching my own, as you continue to suck and tongue my cock.

"Come on my love, I want to feel you cum with me," I tell you, as your body begins to rise off of the bed, almost bucking me off of you, as your orgasm approaches. You are now working my cock even more furiously, with lips and tongue, begging me to cum in your mouth. Just as your orgasm hits, causing your pussy to shake uncontrollably, I cum too, shooting into your mouth. You suck hard on my cock, swallowing all that I give you, as I pull my fingers out of your pussy. With a sigh, your body returns to the bed, and I withdraw my cock from your mouth.

I scoot back so that I am now sitting on your crotch, and leaning down, kiss you on the lips. "Very good, my pet," I tell you. "Very good."

As my cock continues to drip on your tits, I get a little taste of my cum from your kiss. You have a smile on your face, and I know it's both from what we've just done as well as in response to being praised by me.

I roll off of you, and release your restraints, one by one. Again, you gently massage each wrist with the other, and flex out your ankles after being held in place for so long. I lie next to you, and reaching my arm underneath your neck, roll you over so your head is resting on my chest. You drape one leg over my crotch, and as you do, I feel your still soaking pubes against my crotch, our wetness mingling together. We lie next to each other like this for a while, just relaxing, feeling each other's breathing. I lightly stroke your hair as you relax further, your breathing returning to its normal pace.

"Did you enjoy that, my sweet?" I inquire.

"Oh god, yes - very much so," you respond, with a smile that lights up your face. I love the way you smile not just with your lips, but with your eyes too. And without your glasses, I see that smile so clearly in your beautiful blue eyes.

"I did too, my pet," I reply. "You made such wonderful love to my cock, and I enjoyed touching you and making you cum that way."

We lie quietly for a few minutes more, and my hand now travels down your body, reaching your ass where I begin to lightly stroke you there. I know how much you like being petted there, and sure enough, after a few moments I begin to feel your nipples harden on my chest.

"Get up, sweetie," I whisper in your ear. You climb off of me, and sit on the bed, looking down at me. I can now see just how hard your nipples are, jutting out from your breasts hanging down on your body.

"Come up here," I say, pointing to the middle of the bed, "and kneel." You do as instructed, kneeling and facing the headboard. "Good girl - now bend over and put your head on the pillow." 

You comply with my instruction, putting you in one of my favorite positions. Your arms are folded, your head between them resting on the pillow, your pass pointing up into the air. I move around behind you, and gentle nudge your knees, moving them farther apart. I begin by gently rubbing your ass, still a bit red from where I spanked each cheek earlier. I gently stroke you like this, and you begin to purr from the attention. I reach my hand between your legs, and see that you are again (still?) very wet, your moisture starting to drip down your inner thighs.

I bend slightly and place my cock, which is once again hard, between your legs, and guide it into your soaking pussy. As I do, a loud "ahhh" comes out of your mouth. I begin to move in and out, slowly and gently at first, but then picking up the pace. Your wetness makes a squishing noise as I move in and out of you, and it doesn't take long for your orgasm to approach. But as I sense it, I slow down, keeping you from the brink. I repeat this two more times, helping you reach a heightened state of arousal, and then bringing you back from that peak.

"Please," I hear you whisper after the third time.

"Please what, pet?" I ask you, leaning down so my lips are just inches from your ear.

"Please let me cum," you reply, a slight desperation in your voice.

"Well, you've been a good little pet, so I guess I can let you." With that, I pick up the pace once again, my crotch slapping against luscious ass as I push into you and then pull back again. I can smell your arousal now, the juices flying all over the bed. You begin to moan as you know that you will be allowed finally to enjoy your orgasm.

Just as I feel you reach the point of no return, I join you, shooting my cum into your pussy, continuing to thrust away. With both of us breathing heavily, you collapse on the bed, me draped across your back, having pulled out of you after every last drop of my cum drained into your pussy.

I kiss the back of your neck, and once again placing my lips next to your ear, whisper in it. "That was wonderful, my love."



The Narc



"Back when I used to live in Miami," Elizabeth said. "We'd get dressed up in the skankiest club clothes you've ever seen, drop a hit of E, and party all night. What do you girls do for fun around here?"

"Ha-ha you are in the wrong place for that stuff. No one ever does anything like that." Amber laughed. She could imagine her friend all dressed up in weird clothes and lots of garish makeup. Elizabeth was small and thin, but she had fine features and could pull it off much better than Amber ever could. "But when Jimmy can score some beer, we get drunk in the woods after home games."

"No E?" Elizabeth asked. "Uppers? Downers?"

"Sorry," Amber said. "But I've always wondered what it'd be like."

"Anything else?" Elizabeth said.

"...nothing fun," Amber said. "Wait..the girls basketball team must have something- especially with what happened to Amy."

"What happened to Amy?" Elizabeth asked, all the while trying to keep too much excitement from reaching her voice.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard the story yet. Well, out of the blue, this nerd, Amy starts hanging out with the girls basketball team. Next thing you know, she's dressing like a slut and then a picture was passed around showing her taking a hit off a bong her eyes all glazed over. It was all over school. Amy moved soon after...the rumor is she went to rehab."

"So these girls must like to party?" Elizabeth said. "Do they go to any of the usual hangouts?"

"They don't hangout with us," Amber said. "Especially Jill, who's kind of like their gang leader or something."

Elizabeth wasn't surprised. In many schools the drug cliques kept to themselves.

"You mean Jill Pierce," Elizabeth said, putting two and two together, and placing a certain 5 foot 11 girl on the basketball team. "She's in our world history class right?"

"That's her."

"So Amy was getting drugs from Jill?"

"Look, I don't know how things were in Miami," Amber said. "But there different around here. Amy used to be a perfect student. She didn't hang with us, she hung with the geeks. Next thing you know, she's....she's dressing like ...some kind of weird slut or something. And she seemed...strangely preoccupied."

"I dress like a slut when I want," Elizabeth argued. "It's fun to dress up. It doesn't make me a slut."

"You don't get it," Amber said. "See Stacy over there."

"The girl with the big boobs," Elizabeth answered following the direction of Amber's stare.

"Yeah," Amber said. "She's flaunting it. A girl can tell these things. But Amy..well Amy ...she wasn't dressed like a high school slut, she looked like some kind of wannabe slut from middle school. And even then, it always seemed that the last thing Amy wanted was to be dressed like she was."

"Oh come on," Elizabeth said, while her mind wondered at what she'd been told. Maybe she'd been hooked on drugs and then blackmailed. Stranger things had happened.

"I'm serious," Amber continued. "You leave those girls alone. They are trouble. Especially Jill...there's something wrong with that girl. She laughs at all the wrong jokes. Her weird eyes seem to look right through you. And people she doesn't like..have a way of...having troubles."

"Okay," Elizabeth said, letting it drop. But inside...

At last. At long last. For Elizabeth wasn't quite what she appeared. She was a 22 year old narcotics officer. She'd taken a job at Riverdale PD and been assigned to the local high school. She was determined to make some busts and make them quickly, because the last thing she wanted to be was a high school narc. She wanted to be a detective. And if she needed to bust some of these poor kids with some drugs in order for that to happen, it was going to happen. No matter if they seemed like perfectly typical kids. 

Elizabeth was certain that she needed a big bust in order to make detective. It wasn't her smarts. She was plenty smart and had the marks to prove it. However, at 105 pounds, tall and skinny, she looked more like a high school student than a detective. It was hard to get hired, much less get respect.

That very afternoon, Elizabeth showed up to watch the girl's basketball team practice. She sat on the first bleacher and began to cheer the girls on.

"Wooo!" Elizabeth stood and clapped after an impressive 3 pointer. "Nice shot!"

Five minutes later a sweat drenched player came over to her with a ball in her hands. What luck. It was Jill Pierce.

"You play?" Jill asked. The number on her jersey said 43. She shifted the ball from one hand to the other.

"I wish," Elizabeth said. "I love basketball. My dad tried to teach me to play, but my hand eye coordination sucks."

"What's your name?" the girl asked, spinning the ball on a finger before passing it back and forth again.

"Elizabeth." The ball was distracting the narcotics officer. She tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. She looked up at the girl's ice blue eyes. Amber was right...they were strange eyes. They didn't blink they way they ought.

"Jill." she shook Elizabeth's hand with a sweaty palm, spun the ball on a finger and passed it back and forth again.

The girl looked Elizabeth over with a critical eye. Elizabeth knew that it was a critical moment. In a few more seconds, she'd either be accepted or not.

It felt uncomfortable standing there with nothing being said. The girl stared at her directly, almost intimidatingly. Elizabeth could understand why Amber felt wary of this girl. So instead of staring into those uncomfortable blue and piercing eyes, she watch the basketball as the girl shifted it from hand to hand.

"You know," Jill said. "We could use a team manager. The last girl we had moved out of state."

You mean she went to rehab, Elizabeth thought to herself. She kept that bit of knowledge from her face.

"I'd love to!" Elizabeth beamed instead. She was in. If these girls were involved with drugs, she'd have them.

"I'm warning you in advance," Jill said, moving the ball back and forth back and forth. "It isn't a glamorous job. You hand out towels. Wash, dry, fold. Mix up Gatorade. Wrap up sprains. Stretch hamstrings. You'd have to go to all the games and practice....Jeez, I'm talking you out of it. But listen - we are a sure bet for the regional championship and while you won't get a scholarship to play for the big ten, you will be an official member of the team. It'll look great on your college application."

It would look great, but Elizabeth had already been to college. She still smiled and clapped her hands with glee. "My dad will be so happy," she said. "When can I start?"

"Let me talk to coach," Jill said. "But how does tomorrow sound?"

"Perfect."

"Not so fast," Jill said. "The other girls have to vote on you first. We're having a little party after practice. Can you come?"

"I don't have any plans." Elizabeth said. "Just let me leave a message for my folks."

"Tell them you could be late." Jill volunteered.

"They don't mind," Elizabeth said. She was certain. She was going to have her first bust very soon. "They're cool."

"That's perfect," Jill said. Her nostrils flaring as the cute slim new girl phoned her parents. This girl was going to be easy. Much easier than Amy. She could tell.


When Elizabeth woke up, her head was pounding and her mouth was as dry as cotton. The alarm was buzzing, and it echoed in her head. She fumbled around and managed to shut it off. Then she realized she was naked.

What happened? How did she get back home?

The last thing she remembered was going over to Jill's house and playing a game with the girls prior voting for her as manager. They tried hypnotizing one another. It was silly - funny - as they took turns pretending to by hypnotized.

When it was Elizabeth's turn to be hypnotized, she'd been a little nervous, but she'd heard that you couldn't be hypnotized to do anything you didn't want to do in the first place. Besides, it was probably fake, and surely no eighteen year old high school seniors could hypnotize a grown woman - a police officer.

But why couldn't she remember anything...and why was she naked? She always wore a t-shirt and panties to bed. Always. And then she noticed her sex and her heart began to pound, her pulse drummed like a gong in her head. It was bare. Nothing there to hide her mound or her soft pink lips.

A series of images flooded her head. So vivid. So clear.

She was naked and surrounded by the basketball team. Jill was saying,"The hair on your pussy has caught on fire. You can smell the burning hair. It's hot. 

She remembered fanning her pussy with her hands and blowing down there. She could fell the awful heat. She remembered hearing the sound of laughter.

"That's just making it worse, the only way to put the fire out is to pluck those little hairs..pluck 'em."

She remembered pulling at her pubic hair. Remembered how it hurt too much when she tried to pull a whole handful. Remembered how it hurt much less when she tugged just a few.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," she remembered a tall girl saying. "You're too cruel Jill."

"No I'm not," Jill said. "It feels good doesn't it Elizabeth? It feels less hot already. Keep going, it feels less and less hot with every hair you pluck."

Ouch. Ouch. Elizabeth pulled plucked and jerked. "Yes it feels better," she said as she worked over her crotch. The burning sensation being replaced by a dull ache from being denuded in such a primitive fashion. But the heat was diminishing. 

"As a matter of fact," Jill continued. "You are glad I told you how to put out the fire aren't you? Otherwise, you could have really been hurt. Besides, being bare makes you feel tingly inside."

"I'm very glad..." Elizabeth said, while continuing to work her pubes over.

"You've gotten most all of 'em. The fire is out now. And look, you look so pretty now that those nasty hairs are gone," Jill said. "Doesn't she look pretty girls."

"Yes." Most said. "Like a flat little freshman," Another said.

"Don't listen to her," Jill said. "As a matter of fact, you can't hear anything Anne says."

And suddenly Elizabeth couldn't.

"Elizabeth," Jill said. "I want you to close your eyes and count to ten. When you open them, you aren't a high school girl anymore."

"I'm not?" Elizabeth asked.

"No. You are a porn star. A sexy porn star at a photo shoot. A sexy girl that everyone loves to look at her. You love attention. You are a sexy girl with no inhibitions. A sexy girl who loves being sexy." Jill pulled out her camera. "And I'm your photographer."

Just as suddenly as they'd come, the images faded. Elizabeth couldn't remember what happened after that. She needed coffee and lots of it. She needed to call someone and tell them what happened. But what would she say?

Hello, I was hypnotized, and told to strip. I pulled my own pubes out by the roots, and then I was probably photographed, though I'm not certain.

Elizabeth padded to the kitchen on her bare feet and made a pot of coffee. She added three sugars and some cream..a lot of cream. She took a sip. It tasted sweet.

Sweet.

The images come sudden and just as vivid as before. Elizabeth could taste the sugary sweet taste of a large lollipop she held in her hand.

"That's it Lizzy," Jill encouraged, the flash of the camera momentarily blinding Elizabeth. "Lick it. But more seductively. Pretend it's cock."

No. Don't do it, Elizabeth thought. But the other her, the her she was inside of, but didn't seem to be obeying her commands, licked up and down on the lollipop and gave a wicked smile before sucking it...sucking it up and down like a cock.Humming while she did so. Just like her boyfriend liked. 

"That's so sexy Liz. You are turned on. You are hotter than you've ever been." Jill said. "Now stick it in your pussy."

No. Oh fuck no. She's taking pictures, Elizabeth shouted to herself. Even as she pulled the lollipop from her lips and moved it down to nether lips. Teasing them up and down. Plunging the lollipop home and giving a low growl.

"That a girl, right up in there. Now fuck yourself with it."

"mmmmmm..." Elizabeth moaned in response as she worked the lollipop in and out.

"Now lick it clean." Jill purred, as she moved in for a closeup of Elizabeth's sex and took a picture.

"Ewwww..." A girl said, as the narcotics officer brought the pop to her lips.

"How can I work under these conditions?" Elizabeth said angrily, pointing the lollipop accusingly at the large girl in a basketball jersey. "She is unprofessional."

Finally! Elizabeth was elated. This self she was trapped in was finally going to stop performing these humiliating tasks in front of these girls.

"Sorry," Jill said. "That's my assistant." To the girl: "Make yourself useful and go get Liz a glass of water."

"Now where were we," Jill said. "Yes. Lick it clean."

"I don't know," Elizabeth said with uncertainty, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she looked at the slick surface of the lollipop, her pearly juices thick around the rim. "It tastes bad."

"You're a porn star," Jill said. "You've tasted far worse. Now lick it. We are paying good money for this shoot. Do I need to call your agent or the lawyers?"

"No," Elizabeth said meekly.

"Baby," Jill continued. "You are so horny right now. So hot. You are dripping. You want to lick it. You really want to lick it."

Elizabeth game a shallow moan, and licked her lips and seductively licked up one side of the lollipop before sucking it in her mouth and working it in and out like a cock.

"Perfect. So sexy," Jill encouraged. "Now back in your pussy. But spread your legs more this time."

Elizabeth spread her legs and thrust her hips forward and began to pump the pop into her tight sex.

"Faster," Jill encouraged. "And play with your tits."

"What tits?" A girl heckled.

Elizabeth's cheeks reddened. She stopped once more.

"Don't listen to her," Jill said. "She's just jealous. You're the porn star. You have huge tits. Give 'em a good jiggle. Show her who is boss."

"Jealous much?" Elizabeth taunted, as she thrust out her chest, and moving her hands up and down where her huge boobs would be. Only the real Elizabeth who was trapped in this bad memory could only cringe as she knew that there was nothing there to jiggle as she was only and 32A. 

"Let Becky hold your lollipop while I get a few more pictures," Jill said. "Get on your hands and knees and turn around. That's my girl. Now spread your ass. Perfect. Now take the lollipop from Becky. Oops. It's all dirty. Give it a suck. A nice long suck."

Don't! Elizabeth shouted. Becky has taken off her shorts and the pop was clean when you handed it to her. You cleaned it yourself. It certainly wasn't clean now. Don't be an idiot, Becky is fingering herself with her other hand. Only the other her didn't listen. She could taste the tang of Becky's secretions even over the taste of sugar.

"I want to hold it next." "Me too." "Me too." A chorus of cries erupted.

"Nooo!" Elizabeth groaned. Jill passed out several more lollipops around. "Here take one of these. That way you can juice them up while she sucks them clean."

"I'm not doing that!" Elizabeth pouted.

"Baby," Jill said. "These are the best tasting pops you've ever had. You crave them."

"I do?" Elizabeth asked timidly.

"You do," Jill insisted. "They taste better than anything."

Another sodden lollipop was held to Elizabeth's lips.

Elizabeth could feel the yearning of the girl she was trapped inside. She wanted to taste it. She needed to. Her lips parted. She groaned. No. Don't do it. No.

But the other her did it anyway. A tentative lick at first. Then it was in her mouth as she eagerly sucked it clean. Another was held to her lips before she'd finished the first. She hungrily snatched it and sucked them both. Dear God...and poor Elizabeth was trapped inside a nightmare of memories she didn't want while a camera flashed and recorded ever detail of her humiliation.

Finally the memory released a visibly shaken narcotics officer. Elizabeth poured her coffee down the drain. She made another, this time with no sugar and downed the bitter brew quickly.

God. What had she done? Every time she thought the worst was over, the forgotten memories came flooding back, each time worse than before. She headed to the shower to clean herself. She stunk, but she wanted a shower even more to try to get rid of how dirty she felt.

The water burned and she welcomed the sensation. She soaped up. Washed off her sex. It was sore. She wondered if it was from the mangled job of plucking or something else happened that she couldn't remember. To tell the truth, she didn't want to remember anymore. She squeezed out a handful of shampoo and worked it into her strawberry colored hair. She closed her eyes as she rinsed it out. The memories returned, grabbing her like a paper boat and whisking her away in the current.

They'd since moved to a cramped bedroom. Elizabeth was kneeling in front of a bed. Between the muscular thighs of Becky Johnson. 

"She's your girlfriend Lizzy," Jill said. "Don't you love your girlfriend?"

"Sure I love her...but.." Elizabeth said. Her cheeks bloomed a bright red. "I can't. Do that. Not with everyone watching..."

You are damn right I can't, Elizabeth thought to herself, while trapped once again by the memories. That right there is a pussy in front of my face. I don't know how the hell I got on my knees or why she's naked from the waste down, but I don't play for that team.

"If you loved her wouldn't you want to make her happy?" Jill continued.

"Sure..but..this feels...wrong..."

Elizabeth felt the girl running her fingers through her hair. Get out of there! Get out of there! Elizabeth thought to herself as forcefully as she was able.

"Becky told us you weren't a very good lover," Jill said. "We don't want to embarrass you. We just wanted to give you a few pointers. That would help you please Becky. You want to please Becky don't you?"

"I guess..."

Don't. Don't. Elizabeth thought, but she could feel her body go slack as her face was pulled into the musky wet sex of a tall lanky basketball player.

"You don't want her to start going out with some other boy, do you?" Jill said.

"No." Elizabeth said determinedly. Now, she felt Jill's hand on the back of her head, pushing her forward- . Pushing her - mouth first- into another girl's sex.

"Then lick."

No! Elizabeth urged herself. But it was far too late. She was licking. She was going down on another girl. 

Please. Elizabeth begged. Just let the memory end. Let me out.

But she wasn't let out. She licked. And the girls chimed in with pointers. Suck her lips. Now up and down her slit. Suck it. Now gently brush the clit. That's the way. Reach up and rub her nipples. Good. Flick her clit with your tongue. That's the way. Flick it. Flick it. Faster. Get right up in there. Work that pussy. Is she any good? Oh yeah? This one is going to be the best.

Finally it was over. Her tongue was tired. Her face was soaked. But Becky had finally been satisfied.

"My turn," another girl said, taking Becky's place.

"No way!" Elizabeth spat. 

"Shhh..." Jill said. "Lisa only wants to give you a few more pointers, don't you Lisa?"

"Yes.." Lisa purred. "A lot of pointers."

"And Becky wants you to have these pointers," Jill said. "Don't you Becky."

"Yes," Becky said.

"So you can be a better lover for Becky. This is just for practice. Like we do at basketball," Jill continued. "If you were a better lover, you wouldn't need to practice. You do want to be a better lover don't you?"

"Yes.." Elizabeth whispered.

"There's plenty of boys and girls that would love to practice on Sue. But never mind," Jill said. "I think we are wasting our time girls. It doesn't like Lizzy wants to be a better lover. I guess Becky has been wasting her time too."




The Narc



"No." Elizabeth blurted. "It isn't that...I...ah...I ahh... want to learn...I want to make Becky happy."

No!!!! The Elizabeth that wasn't hypnotized, that was trapped watching all this helplessly groaned in dismay.

"She could hear Sue coo her enthusiasm, as she eagerly spread her thighs and ran her fingers through her hair.

Elizabeth's lips ached and her tongue was tired, but she began to lick....

And lick. And suck. And lick and suck while Sue purred as she gave one hepful tip after another. When to lick. When to suck. When to flick her tongue. When to please. And when to tease. Until the hints grew fewer and fewer and the moans grew in number. Until at last the girl trembled in orgasm. While poor Elizabeth was helpless as she peered up at Becky with a sudden face with adoration in her eyes - so very eager to please her lover.

Becky merely reached over and patted her approvingly on the head and said encouragingly, "That was better, but practice on Annie for awhile."

Elizabeth sighed in disappointment, but then began to lick yet another girl.

"She's not very good," Annie said. "I'm not sure why you want her."

Elizabeth groaned. It wasn't a question of being good, her tongue was exhausted. She took a deep breath and licked more vigorously. Taking new lessons and tips until another girl climaxed. And then another. And then another. Until the entire team was satisfied.

"Noooo...." Elizabeth shut off the water and quickly dried. Chill bumps covered her slim body. Her nipples had hardened to bullets.

What was she going to do? Prosecute the girls for what? Hypnotizing and taking advantage of her? She'd be laughed out of her job and the station. Quit? And let the girls get away with what they'd done?

The narcotics officer's eyes hardened. She was new and idealistic. She'd never considered planting evidence. She was a good cop. However, it would be so easy.Plant a few grams of coke or meth and bust a few of those bitches. That fucking Becky would have enough drugs to nail her for distribution. No...no one would believe the whole fucking team was using coke. Steroids? Ah, a whole team could be on steroids. That was believable. Now all she had to to was get some 'roids.

But first she had to get dressed. It was then that the clothes that were neatly folded on her dresser caught her attention. And the piece of paper on laying on top.

She picked it up and read the note.

"Elizabeth, wear what's in this pile - and only what's in this pile. -Jill."

Shit. That note could only mean one thing. Jill had been in her apartment. There weren't any obvious clues that Elizabeth was really Elizabeth Jenkins - narcotics officer. But if the girl had dug around - she'd discover the truth.That was a terrifying thought.

Elizabeth looked over the small pile of clothes while her mind raced over several horrifying scenarios if her secret had been discovered. Wow...Jill must be a a megalomaniac of some kind if she really thought Elizabeth was going to wear the outfit she'd left. It wasn't the sort of clothes any self respecting eighteen year old high school senior would dare to wear. No, the hot pink Disney princess shirt would have been stylish on a girl much much younger. The black, white, and pink checked miniskirt could be pulled off, but not with that shirt. However, it wasn't a problem of the colors, it was the size. it was far too short. The pair of long sheer knee socks didn't help matters. Nor did the Mary Janes and the pair of pink hair scrunchies. And if she wasn't mistaken, the makeup would be the very same garish colors she's worn last night.

There was no way in hell she'd -

Once again Elizabeth was pulled into a memory so real it was as if it were happening to her once more. A memory in which she felt as if she were a hitchhiker residing in her body.

"Open your eyes Elizabeth," Jill said. By now Elizabeth would know that voice anywhere.

Elizabeth opened them to see herself reflected in the dresser mirror.

"We caught the spy you see in front of you. Her name is Elizabeth Montgomery," Jill continued. "We suspect she's in some kind of plot against us. You are our resident psychic, we need you to look inside her mind and tell us any sort of secrets she has."

Elizabeth watched helplessly while her eyes narrowed and then she began to speak. "Her name isn't really Elizabeth Montgomery - it's Elizabeth Jenkins."

"Are you sure she's still under?" a girl asked.

"Shut it," Jill said. To Elizabeth, "Look deeper. That doesn't help us. We need something we can use against her."

"She's 22 years old," Elizabeth said helpfully.

"It's not working," a girl said.

Thank God the girls were too dumb to make any sense of her comments. Otherwise, Elizabeth was sunk.

"Deeper," Jill said.

"She's an undercover police officer," Elizabeth offered. "She's not a spy. It's okay."

"Oh God! Oh God!" a panicked voice echoed. "She's a fucking cop. We are so fucking busted. What are we going to do?"

"I said shut up Amanda," Jill said. "I need quiet. I need to be able to think."

Jill took a breath. "Are you - I mean - is she here about what happened to Amy?"

"No," Elizabeth said. "She's a narcotics officer. She's looking for drugs and dealers."

Jill gave a sigh of relief. "Okay, we really need some psychic help. I want you to look deep. Really deep in her mind and tell me...how can do to keep her under our thumb? We can hypnotize her, but we need to make sure she doesn't run her mouth no matter what."

"Well, there was this boy she used to date and-" the image in the mirror said. 

"It's you - you fool!" Elizabeth shouted at herself. "Wake up! You've told her too much already."

"Wake up!" Elizabeth shouted to herself, as the memory faded away, leaving her back in her own bedroom. A picture slid out from the middle of the clothes she held. It was her...naked. Taking a hit from a bong. A post it note on the picture said, "Our 'psychic' thought you'd enjoy this."

Oh fuck. These girls had her by the short and curlies...not that she had any left. Even if she managed to plant some drugs, she'd appear to be vengeful or a drug user too.

There was another photo. She was smiling, naked and looking back at the camera. Hands spreading her rear cheeks. Her pinky was in her asshole. Another pink post it note was attached. "I have lots of copies. Love Jill." 

With a sinking feeling she realized that she wouldn't be able to bust these girls, but damned if she'd go along quietly and wear this ridiculous outfit. She'd put on a pair of pants, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. She opened her drawer, pulled out a pair of panties and jeans and began to put them on.

Only...somehow. And the somehow was as if there were a hole in her memory. Elizabeth remembered picking up panties and stepping into them, but that was all. She didn't remember anything else. She sure as hell didn't remember putting on the too short mini, the too tight pink princess shirt, the knee high stockings, and Mary Janes. Fuck. She wasn't even wearing a bra. Her nipples were erect and easily seen through the tight thin fabric. She lifted her skirt. Double fuck. She was bare underneath there. There was a visible sheen of excitement in her loins. The scent of her musk was strong.

That bitch! She's hypnotized me somehow. I will not be ruled! I will not! Elizabeth picked up her panties once more. She stepped into them.

Once again she found herself standing in front of the mirror once more. Panties back on the dresser. This time she wasn't merely tingly, she was turned on. Not just turned on a little bit either. She was as hot as a firecracker.

She thought back to the last thing she remembered herself saying.

"There was this boy she used to date-"

Elizabeth remembered a boy. The first boy she'd ever been serious with. She was eighteen and in the back seat of Johnny Mercer's Chevy. He was a hunk, but not too bright. Dating material, but not serious material. She remembered how they'd made out. How he wanted to put it in and she wouldn't let him. How he'd made out some more. How he'd nibbled her neck. How he'd fingered her. How hot her loins were. How he'd taken off her panties and bra.

"Just the tip." he asked so very nicely.

She'd been so turned on. She wasn't thinking clearly. She shouldn't be doing this. She knew she shouldn't. Johnny was going nowhere in life. "No" was what she meant to say. But something else came out of her lips. "Okay...but just the tip."

But he'd put in much more than the tip.

"Wait." Elizabeth moaned. It hurt but it felt so good.

"We'll stop in a second." Johnny panted. "Just a little more."

A second. She was disappointed. Her loins were hot, but she'd need more than a second to sate the craving she was feeling.

"Ahhh..." Johnny moaned. 

Elizabeth's passion turned into cold fear as she realized what happened. He'd come. She did the mental math from her last period. Shit. It was cutting it close. She was terrified that she'd gotten pregnant for two solid weeks. Her plans for police academy ruined.

"I want her under our thumb. Look deep her mind. Tell me. Tell me." She remembered Jill's words.

What had she told that cruel sociopathic little bitch while she was hypnotized? She wasn't sure, but she had an idea.

Do you really think you can make me finger myself a little and I'll do what you want? She was younger when she was with Johnny Mercy. She was a different woman now. She was 23 and had been around the block a time or two. Three exactly, for that was the number of serious relationships she'd been in.

Nevertheless, she wasn't a little virgin that was going to do what someone wanted just because they got her a little hot in her loins and drove a hot car.

For there was a simple fix to that problem. She'd masturbate herself and then, once the edge was taken off, she'd bull her way past whatever hypnotic suggestions had been implanted.

And so she sat down on her bed, placed a pillow or two behind her back, and spread her legs. That was one good thing about the short mini and the lack of panties, she should be able to handle this operation in no time flat. She began to stroke. There was no need for lube, she was dripping already.

Elizabeth glanced at her image in the mirror - at her pigtails, the tight shirt, the too short mini, the knee high socks. She had to admit that Jill was smart in her own deranged fashion. For the outfit made Elizabeth look sexy in an odd way, though it had other side effects as well. One side effect was that it took a couple years off of Elizabeth's estimated age. How would she be able to bust someone for drugs if she looked like she'd stepped out of a goddamn Disney show? Seeing her like this...no one was going to take her...mmmm...seriously. The strawberry flavored lip gloss, pink blush, and green eyeshadow cemented the image. The pigtails were overkill. No girls that looked like her had nothing to do with drugs...they were more concerned with unicorns and puppies.

Puppies and unicorns. Ahhh fuck...

Elizabeth's long lean legs opened wide. Her pink nether lips glistened as she diddled her clit. Lucky for her she was undercover, but what if she had to meet her handler? How could she face him looking like this? Like some kind of teen tart. She'd be humiliated beyond belief. Oh God...she was so close. She bit a strawberry flavored lip. 

And yet...and yet...it was as if she were masturbating with her left hand instead of her right. It felt so...clumsy. Worse, it was getting clumsier by the second. Ouch...no I don't like it like that. She shouldn't have to command her hand as if it were some kind of dumb inconsiderate lover. Ouch! Another pinch. You know I don't ...

Elizabeth switched hands. Her left was even worse. It slapped her engorged lips. Splattering juice over her thighs and abdomen. No. Here. Ouch. Her right hand pinched her nipple. What the fuck? What the fuck was happening?

The lover wasn't just inconsiderate. Her lover was cruel.

No! oh fuck...she wanted it..but she couldn't. Breath racing, she gave up. A bright red flush poured from her cheeks to her chest. She was furious at her hands. They were...being cruel to her. It was as if...they were someone else's hands. How was this even possible?

The bitch was clever, Elizabeth gave Jill credit. The girl must have foreseen this eventuality, but Elizabeth still had a trick or two up her sleeve. Well, one in particular that was in the bottom of her nightstand wrapped carefully in a plastic bag.

She turned the vibe on. My hands don't have to do much of anything you little bitch. How do you like them apples?

Then she touched the smooth humming plastic to her clit. Mmmmm...it wouldn't be long now. She felt the familiar heat rise from her loins. yes. yes..

and then...no...no..not there. She grunted when it was inserted ...'down there'. Uffff...ouch..I don't...like that...she pulled the vibe from her ass. Fuck. She couldn't use it now if she wanted to now that it was 'dirty'. 

Her pussy was flushed and swollen. Her nectar had soaked her bed. God. Dear God. It was hard, but she saw the futility. She wasn't going to be able to do it. She'd been robbed of the most intimate of acts. The most personal. She was tempted to try again, but she had another idea to get around her problem.

Elizabeth managed to get up from her bed and over to the vanity. She took a washcloth and wet it and wiped off her sex. The cold water felt good, cooling down her passions. She wet it again and pressed it tight. What was wrong with her?

Yes, she had an idea. There was more than one way to skin a cat. She closed her eyes and felt her way back to her dresser. She found a pair of panties once more and stepped in, again, without looking. Hah! She would fool herself if necessary! She was positive that Jill hadn't thought of every thing. She pulled them up her legs. She took off her miniskirt and tshirt. Next, she slid on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She opened her eyes.

She was...her heart fell down to the pit that was her stomach. She was wearing the outfit Jill had laid out for her. Oh God, and she was so horny that her nectar was dribbling down her thighs. Her nipples ached. Her loins were consumed with need. She involuntarily pressed her thighs together and moaned in hopeless desire.

"Get it together Beth," she told herself as she went back to the bathroom and to clean her dripping sex once more. Cheeks flushed, and nipples still aching and at attention, she pulled her skirt down and looked herself over in the mirror once more.

It wasn't so bad. Officers worked vice and had to wear much worse than this. If only the points of her nipples weren't showing so much through her t-shirt. She reached in a drawer and pulled out a couple of bandaids. She could smooth those stiff nubs until they were barely noticeable. She tugged the tight T-shirt over her small breasts and prepared to put one on.

She was....short of breath. Chest heaving. Eyes dilated. A moan escaped her lips. Her nipples ached...ACHED. They were so hard and by now her nipples were even more noticeable than before...and her loins were so...oh fuck... she pressed the cold washcloth to her sex again. She glanced back down at the note she'd been left.

"Elizabeth, wear what's in this pile - and only what's in this pile. -Jill."

Those were the very words and apparently it meant no bandaids either. 

Elizabeth smoothed down her t-shirt and adjusted her skirt so that it struck the very delicate balance between showing too much leg and too much ass and abdomen. She took a deep breath. Okay, she'd worn skirts before, some nearly as short as this. Heck, there were vice cops that wore worse than this. It wasn't so bad.

"Think Beth. Think." she told herself. But it was so very difficult to think. The need in her loins demanded a certain amount of attention that made it difficult to concentrate. "I don't know what to do." And she didn't. This was not in any of her training.

"Wait a second...I do know something about hypnotism." In sudden inspiration, Elizabeth had the beginnings of a plan. A quick trip to her computer and she felt more in control than she had all morning. She grabbed her book bag and car keys and headed to her car with a determined gait and a purpose in mind.

Until she met her neighbor Steve on the sidewalk and her control vanished. She cursed her poor timing as she glanced down at her chest and hemline and cursed herself when her neighbor's eyes followed her gaze. The blush deepened as she looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. She could feel the cool air chill the moisture that leaked from her sex. She'd already seen the state of her nipples.

"Hi Beth," he said.

"Hi Steve," Elizabeth said, her cheeks burning a bright red. 

The narcotics officer felt short of breath as the flush of humiliation deepened and extended to her ears and chest. 

She hurried to her car, unlocked the car door and quickly shut the door for protection.

"Don't look down, not where people can see you Beth," she whispered to herself. "That just draws their attention. Now it's safe." She looked down and was mortified at the outcome. Her bare sex was visible. Did Steve see that? Probably not. It was probably sitting down that did the damage to her too small skirt. She took hold of her hem and gave a little shimmy as she pulled her skirt down to hide her privates. She would have to be careful when she sat down in every class. Worse, those desks made navigating into and out of chairs difficult.

She started her car, and then pulled off to Suite 234, 4566 San Padre Parkway, if she made good time, she'd be there when they opened.

"Hi Miss Pierce, it's Elizabeth," The narcotics officer looked down at her hand in disbelief. She didn't remember picking up her cell phone, much less dialing a number.

"What is it Elizabeth?" the voice on the phone said. "Have you been a naughty girl?"

Fuck. Elizabeth's heart began to pound. She'd recognize that arrogant voice anywhere. It was Jill. Why the hell would she call Jill? Worse, why wasn't she hanging up?

"Yes, Miss Pierce."

"What's my naughty girl been up to?" Jill asked.

"She's on her way to a hypnotist she found that specializes in smoking and weight loss." Elizabeth eagerly volunteered.

No. Don't. Why are you telling her this? You idiot. But somehow Elizabeth managed to betray herself. How was she going to get out of this fix if she told Jill every time she made an attempt to be free?

Jill laughed, while Elizabeth steamed in impotent fury. "I underestimated Amy and she managed to get away. I underestimated you too. I figured you'd run off." Jill said. "Fool me once, well, let's just say I'm not getting fooled again. Now, I think a lesson is in order. Are you listening Elizabeth? Are you listening very carefully."

"Go to hell!" Elizabeth spat. She was parked on the side of the road. Cars buzzed by, but she only had ears for Jill.

"Catch phrase Bad Lizzy. I repeat, Catch phrase Bad Lizzy." Did you understand that Elizabeth?"

"Please...call me Lizzy," Elizabeth squeaked.

But there was something much more important she had to worry about. 

"My name is..." and then her brain thought Beth. But what came out was, "Lizzy"

Once more Elizabeth was caught up in a vivid memory again, staring herself in the mirror once more. Convinced she was a psychic and eager to please Jill and sell herself out.

"She hates it when you call her Lizzy." Elizabeth said.

"Does she?" Jill purred. "I'll keep that in mind."

Elizabeth found herself back in the car once more.

"What was that?" Jill laughed. "I didn't hear you."

"My name is Lizzy." The narcotics officer volunteered in that same squeaky voice. Her eyebrows wrinkled in concentration. "No it isn't. My name is Lizzy. No. Shit. It's spelled L.I.Z.Z.Y. Oh you bitch. I'll kill you."




The Narc



"Command phrase potty mouth," Jill said. "I expect an apology Lizzy."

"Fuck y-mmmhhhgh." Elizabeth found it difficult to talk with three fingers thrust into her mouth. She summoned all her will and managed to pull her hand free.

"Fuck you. I'll kill you. I will!" Jill spat. "I will...ahh...what the.."

Of its own volition, her newly moistened fingers stroked, then began to pump in and out of her sex.

"Oh...what have you done to me?" Elizabeth moaned in helpless dismay. "This is impossible." Once her fingers managed to take her to a generous boil, they pulled free, leaving her on the brink.

"Ah..no.." she groaned in dismay. Then moaned a louder "No," she she saw where her fingers were heading. "Not there...not like th..."

"Mmmphhhuhh." she groaned as her fingers pressed against her tightly clenched lips. 'I'm too smart for that." Elizabeth thought.

However, just then her other hand came up and clamped her nostrils together. Her head began to pound as she was deprived of oxygen. Her lips opened of their own volition and her sodden fingers thrust past the defenses of her lips and into her mouth, forcing herself to taste the bitter tang of her arousal. Once they seemed satisfied they resumed the intense fingering, only this time the fingering lasted a fraction of the time as she was already very nearly on the edge of orgasm and they seemed determined not to let her reach a satisfying climax.

"Are you still driving Lizzy?" Jill asked.

"No." Elizabeth panted.

"Good, I'd hate for you to get in a wreck."

Please make them stop, Elizabeth wanted to beg, but instead she had her soaked fingers thrust into her mouth once more.

"Oh Dear," Jill giggled. "That sounds very sexy. I hope you are some place private or that could be very embarrassing to explain to someone."

Elizabeth burned in humiliation. She was so caught up in her predicament and the fact that she'd been sold out by her own subconscious, she'd forgotten she was on the side a busy street.

"Please..." Elizabeth begged when her mouth was free once more. "Make it stop."

"That's better." Jill said. "Now what is your name?"

Poor Elizabeth was panting now. Her breath coming in gasps. Her fingers pushing in just once now. She was so close, that was all they could manage without setting her off. Unfortuneatly, that meant very little time for her mouth to be free of their presence.

"L-l-lizzy." Elizabeth blurted in that same squeaky voice, emphasizing the L as if it were the sexiest letter in the alphabet.

"Now do you want to be rude to me again," Jill said. "Or have you learned your lesson?"

"I-I." that same squeaky voice. It was the voice of a timid girl. No cop could ever be a cop with a voice like that. She'd been beaten. Beaten by this horrible eighteen year old bitch. Waiting for her fingers to be removed once more. "yes..." she finished. 

"Good girl," Jill said. "Now say it all together like a smart girl."

"Yes - mmpphhhh...I've mphhhh... - learned - my ahh...mmmphh...lesson." Elizabeth panted between fingerings and cleanings.

"Miss Pierce." Jill said.

"Miss...mmpphhh... Pierce." Dear God, the girl was a monster, but Elizabeth was helpless.

"If I have to ask you once more to use proper sentences," Jill said. "I'll have to put you back under again."

"Please no..I mean...Please ah...don't do that..Miss Pierce. And ah..Yes ... I've learned my lesson Miss Pierce..please." Elizabeth's face felt as if it were on fire. The shame as she said most of this with three sticky fingers thrust into her mouth. By now. a car had pulled over in front of her. The embarrassment of them seeing her outweighed the embarrassment of Jill hearing her talk with her mouth full. "A...car...has...pulled over...Miss Pierce..."

"Are you going to be a good girl and come straight to school Lizzy?"

"Yes .. Miss ...Pierce..." A man had exited the vehicle and was walking her way. "He's...walking...over...here..Miss Pierce..please...Miss Pierce..."

"Command phrase Good Girl Lizzy," Jill said. "Why don't you drive off you silly twit? Sometimes I wonder if you have a brain."

I'm not doing this of my own volition you big-boned bitch, Elizabeth thought to herself, but wisely kept her mouth shut. Instead, she threw the car into gear and gave the man walking to her car a guilty shrug. But his eyes weren't looking at her face, they widened in disbelief while staring much lower. This time Elizabeth wisely waited until she was safely past to look down at the engorged wet lips of her denuded sex. Her cheeks burned in abject humiliation as she tugged futilely at the hem of her too short skirt. 

"Are you safely away Lizzy?" Jill asked.

"Yes." Elizabeth said.

"Yes what?" Jill said.

"Miss Pierce," Elizabeth added.

"Remember Lizzy," Jill said. "Come straight to school. Unless you have some more naughty ideas. If so, feel free to explore them. I have lots of wicked punishments lined up just in case you decide to be naughty. Are you going to be a good girl Lizzy?"

"I'll be a good girl Miss Pierce." Elizabeth said through gritted teeth. Seething with anger, she gave the finger to her phone, as a futile attempt at rebellion.

"She just gave you the finger Miss Pierce," Elizabeth volunteered helpfully and not consciously.

"Did she now?" Jill asked. "I wonder which punishment I can pick? Oh I know a particularly embarrassing one for her."

"Please Miss Pierce," Elizabeth said. "I..I didn't mean it. I was...I was being stupid."

"That's the spirit Lizzy," Jill said. "I tell you what. I'll save my punishment for another time, if...if you'll punish yourself."

"What...what will I have to do?" Elizabeth asked with dread.

"A small thing really," Jill said. "Since you like pointing fingers, I want you to raise your finger whenever a teacher asks a question in any of your classes. I'd recommend you raise your pointing finger instead of your middle finger."

It sounded like a small thing. However, Elizabeth could put two and two together. She was supposed to be undercover and getting on the side of the bad kids in school. This business of volunteering every answer like some kind of over-eager nerd wasn't going to help her in this respect.

Also, dressed as she was, she wanted to stay in the back of the class and draw as little attention to herself as necessary. This was going to call attention every time she raised her hand.

Worse, the teacher's were going to call her Elizabeth, and she was pretty sure that Command Phrase Bad Lizzy still applied. There was one way to be sure.

"Miss Pierce, if a teacher calls me by my real name will I? ahh.. Will I?"

"What is your real name?"

"Lizzy" It came out again, despite the fact that Elizabeth thought Beth as hard as she could. The shortened moniker was embarrassing, but even more so the way she emphasized the L in that high and squeaky voice.

"Then why are you asking such a silly question," Jill laughed. "I'm sure you'll correct them, very nicely and very politely, if they happen to call you another name by mistake."

"Please...at least don't make me do that...ah Miss Pierce. 

"I don't like whining Lizzy," Jill said. "Nice girls aren't whiners. And here I brought an extra pair of panties with me to school. I guess I'll just go inside and see you this afternoon at basketball practice."

"Wait!"

"You don't tell Lizzy," Jill admonished. "You ask. And you do it nicely. And you call me Miss Pierce. This is your last warning."

"Please wait..Miss Pierce. I'd like the panties please."

"That's a start Lizzy," Jill said. "But you were whining, so I'll have to do something else for the whining. So not only will you raise your hand whenever a teacher asks a question, you're going to use that same finger to frig yourself between classes.Now, what do you have to say about that Lizzy?"

God no. But Elizabeth kept the comment to herself. Instead she steeled her nerves, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you Miss Pierce."

Poor Elizabeth's mind was a blur. She was going to have to finger herself between classes. Well, she could go the restroom, and she only had to do it a few seconds to meet the letter of the law.

"She's lying Miss Pierce," Elizabeth blurted. "She's planning to do it for a second or two at the most."

"That just won't do Lizzy," Jill said. "I expect you to frig your twat until your fingers become unruly."

"Yes Miss Pierce." Elizabeth said. Inwardly cursing herself. Shut your mouth she told whatever subconscious part of her that was ratting her out.

"Full sentences dummy. I won't ask again," Jill said. "Now what are you expected to do."

Elizabeth's face burned in anger and humiliation. "I'm expected to ...masturbate my vagina-"

"Good girls masturbate and good girls have a vagina dummy." Jill said. "Bad girls frig. Bad girls have twats. This is your last chance dummy."

"I'm..I'm expected to ...frig....my...twat...between classes Miss Pierce...until my fingers become...ahh I forgot what you said."

"Unruly dummy."

"Until my fingers become unruly...Miss Pierce."

"That's better Lizzy." Jill said. "And since you were such a good girl, and good girls get presents. I have a bra you can wear to class."

"Thank you Miss Pierce," the relief was obvious in Elizabeth's voice. She could almost feel human again.

"I'm glad you like it," Jill said. "My bras were too big, but I figured my sister's would fit just fine since you're wearing her clothes. The bra is a trainer, but I bet it'll fit just fine."

Elizabeth's cheeks burned a deep shade of red. She could just picture herself in a too small bra to go with her too small clothes. A trainer would take what little mounds she had and shrink them even more. Though it would hide the state of her nipples.

"Thank you Miss Pierce," Elizabeth managed. No whining she told herself. Hiding her nipples was better than the alternative. 

"That's the spirit," Jill said. "I'll expect you to do your part at basketball practice. Towels. Water. Cheering. The whole bit. You won't have to go down on the whole team, but you will have to go down on me until I'm satisfied. You better plan on a good hour of oral ever day."

"Yes... Miss Pierce," Elizabeth said. To think that she was actually thankful at the news. She'd reckoned she was going to be a slave for the whole team.

"But when we win," Jill said. "You'll have to go down on the whole team."

"I..I.." No whining, Jill told herself. No whining, but how was she going to get out of the awful task. She'd have to make sure the team lost, that's what she'd have to do.

"She's going to try to make sure you lose," Elizabeth volunteered. Her conscious mind wanting to punch subconscious mind in the mouth.

"That's good to know," Jill said. "A good idea, but, I'm not sure if you've figured it out yet - I have played around with your head a little Lizzy girl. And you're not going to have an orgasm, no matter how much you want one...unless we win.

"You bitch!" it escaped from Elizabeth's lips, and she instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry Miss Pierce. Please..don't..."

"Pull over Lizzy." Jill said.

Poor Elizabeth knew that punishment was coming, and she had no choice but to pull over her car.

"Have you pulled over?"

"Yes but-" I'm in front of homes where someone could see me out the window.

"Command phrase potty mouth," Jill said.

No. Not again. This time Elizabeth didn't resist two fingers thrust into her mouth, to be withdrawn, and then thrust into her down below.

She gave a grunt at the abrupt penetration, but quickly turned into a mewl of desperation. She was horny as hell.

Back to her mouth. While she sucked her fingers clean, she used her free hand to cover her privates with her skirt. Her nostrils flared as they entered her again. She looked around nervously. This time there were no cars around.

She gave into her fingers. lightning danced in her loins. Perhaps this was a way around the orgasm rule?

No sooner had she thought it, than her hand slapped her sex with a wet smack.

"Oh!" Ouch that smarted. Her orgasm fled. Then her fingers resumed the thrusting into her sex and then her mouth. She was not going to be able to orgasm.

"I..I'm sorry Miss Pierce. I was..being stupid."

"Yes you were," Jill said. "You know what happens to girls with potty mouths Lizzy. Now I want you to keep frigging that twat and cleaning those dirty fingers until I say stop or do I need to give you another command phrase."

"No Miss Pierce." Elizabeth slid her fingers into her sex and resumed pumping. She was tempted to try to bring herself off, but by now she knew the futility. She brought her fingers up to her lips and cleaned them. Back down to pump...back up to clean...down..up...down..up...oh God...she was lost in a dark haze of desire.

"So do you want us to win or lose Lizzy girl?" Jill asked.

By now the need had grown so deep it was almost painful.

"Wiiiinnnnn" Lizzy moaned. This was clearly going to be a much more difficult assignment than she'd planned.

"Good girl Lizzy," Jill purred.

The End