7 comments/ 67434 views/ 21 favorites Cursed: Spirit of the Idol Ch. 02 By: AnotherHotWife Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans! Cursed: Spirit of the Idol The Idol of Lesbos III -- Sacrifices ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 ------------- Tilly and Stefanie waited till after the rest of the students exited the classroom, watching Mrs. Weisman quietly close the door behind them. She gestured for the two girls to come forward from the back row of the class and sit in the front desks. Mrs. Weisman was their government teacher and very sweet, but she also was the woman who caught them cheating on their most recent exam. "Girls, I really don't know how to quantify the disappointment I feel today. Cutting two classes? Cheating on your tests? And to top it off, you both scored a D- on the exam! How do you score a near failing grade when you are cheating?" Both girls smirked and shrugged their shoulders, listening quietly to the admonishments from their teacher. "Both of you have been exemplary students, but this type of behavior calls into question your integrity for the whole year. Can either of you tell me what's going on?" Stefanie squeezed her thighs together, barely able to keep from rubbing her pussy at the sight of her teacher. "I guess we're just really distracted," the ponytailed girl offered. Mrs. Weisman lowered her glasses, "Does this have anything to do with you two being in some type of relationship? Don't look surprised. I've seen you two holding hands back there when the other students aren't looking. Do your parents know about your inappropriate relationship?" Tilly let out a burst of laughter only to stifle it quickly when her teacher glared at her. "Do you want to tell me what is so funny?" the instructor snapped. "I think you should explain to everyone about YOUR inappropriate relationship," the blonde mousy girl challenged. "What relationship?" "You know, the sexual one you are having with High School Senior Stefanie Wardwick," Tilly said. With that she reached out with her mind and pulled Weisman out from behind her desk. The teacher stumbled forward, unsure why her body was moving, afraid when she knelt beneath the desk where Stefanie sat, and terrified when she noticed Tilly was recording her licking the teenager's pussy. "Wow, Mrs. Weisman, I don't think your husband would approve of you having an affair with a student. Then again, maybe he would. But I know the faculty here would be shocked to know their newest teacher had her face buried under her student's skirt, wouldn't they?" The teacher wanted to fight it, wanted to reply, wanted to stop, but the spirit of the idol had reached out to the twenty-nine year old new hire at Tilly's direction and compelled her to slide her tongue up and down over the girl's labia. She felt like a puppet on strings as her own hand reached under her skirt and masturbated all while Tilly Buchanan filmed her actions. Tilly leaned down, "You know Mrs. Weisman, we both want A's... In every class." "I non no now!" the teacher mumbled while she ate the slick pussy. Tilly managed to figure out what Mrs. Weisman said, "You don't know how? Well, you better figure it out or this video is going to be everywhere." Stefanie, almost on queue, pushed on her teacher's head to keep her away. "Stop! Mrs. Weisman! Stop! I don't want to do this!" Mrs. Weisman grabbed the girl's hands and held them fast, keeping the teen girl in place as she licked her young cunt. "Shut up or I'll fail you and your friends in this class!" The vile words escaped Mrs. Weisman's mouth inexplicably, almost as if they weren't her own. The video was damning for the teacher, depicting her as a lesbian predator. Nobody could know that that Stefanie was the lesbian convert and the teacher was the victim of some supernatural power here. Tilly put the camera phone away and Stefanie went back to being the pussy hungry whore that she was converted into, squealing in ecstasy as she got licked by her favorite teacher. She reached down and played with the older woman's tits to the sounds of her muffled protests. "Didn't anyone ever tell you, Mrs. Weisman," Tilly prodded, "Not to talk with your mouth full? Now hurry up! We both need to cum before lunchtime is over." Probing fingers, flicking tongues, pinched nipples; the teacher was flummoxed by how easily she was manipulated. Was it Stephanie or Tilly that held this power? Did it matter at that point? Tilly's fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy past her ripped pantyhose and splattering her female juices on the inside of her thigh as she did. The pleasure within increased to a level that Mrs. Weisman could no longer deny what was happening and she lifted her soaked chin from Stephanie's young crotch to moan. Tilly spoke from behind menacingly, "Tell me, Mrs. Weisman, did your new husband make you orgasm the last time you made love? Tell the truth..." "How..? Uhhhhhh! Can't... Think straight..." was all she was able to respond with. "That's because you're not acting straight! Ha! Come on, answer me! Did he make you cum?" "Noooo!" the teacher blurted out, unable to lie to the young nymph fingering her. Tilly pistoned her hand faster into her teacher's cunt, "That's because you're a closet lesbian, Mrs. Weisman. Now cum, bitch!!" Mrs. Weisman let out a screech she was certain would be heard in the hallway. Her whole body vibrated until collapsing on the school tile floor, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Tilly provided her little pause, however, and straddled her face on the floor. The mousy blonde girl humped her teacher's face mercilessly and came quickly. Once satisfied, both teenagers fixed their uniforms and each other's make-up before collecting their book bags. Their teacher managed to prop herself up against the front of the desk, unable to unfix her gaze from the girls' asses and legs. Tilly turned and knelt close to Mrs. Weisman, "Can't stop looking at us, can you? I've tweaked your mind so that you won't be able to orgasm unless you fantasize about your students. And every time a pretty girl comes into your class your dyke cunt is going to get all tingly looking at her." "How can I do my job? I'm going to go crazy! You can't do this to me!" the teacher pleaded. "Well, get those grades of ours up to A's and maybe I'll fix you," Tilly shrugged. "Of course, you may not want to be fixed by the time the school year is over." And with that the duo stepped from the government classroom, leaving their disheveled lesbian convert teacher to pick up the pieces of her cracked mind. ** ** ** Deep in the teenager's soul, the spirit of the Idol of Lesbos found solace after losing its vessel. Now it risked climbing out to communicate with the young woman Tilly with whom she resided. 'Tilly...' 'Tilly...' The blonde girl was sleeping, but somehow managed to respond, "Yes..." 'What do you crave?' Tilly smiled, her eyes still closed, "Girls, nothing but girls..." 'I know you enjoy the power I have given you, Tilly, but the power will not last.' "Whyyyy?" 'I cannot explain such things, only that it is so. I need you to find me a new receptacle.' "I don't understand..." 'Two women you must find.' 'They must be bonded by you.' 'Bond them to each other physically.' "Yes..." the thought made Tilly masturbate in her sleep. 'Sexually...' "Yes..." 'Do this, Tilly, and I can be yours forever.' 'Any woman will be yours.' "Ooohhh..." 'Every woman will be yours.' Her teenage body thrashed as the orgasm poured through her slumbering body. Tilly woke up and sat upright in bed, wide eyed and somewhat understanding of what she needed to accomplish. ** ** ** In the locker room at school, Kelly apprehensively walked up to Tilly while she was changing into of her field hockey uniform. Tilly waved, "Hi, Kelly, how are you? What are you doing in here?" The brunette girl looked about to make sure nobody was listening, then sat close to her boyfriend's sister. "Hey, I knew you had practice today and I wanted to talk to you about last night..." "What about it?" Tilly asked. "I don't know what made me do all that stuff last night but..." "But what?" "But I don't want to screw things up with your brother. So are we cool?" Tilly didn't feel the least bit bad about her brother, but she couldn't threaten him if she had nothing to hold over his head. She thought about it for a second then responded, "Sure. It never happened." That's when the Hitch sisters showed up. Lisa and Leslie, gorgeous and tan, identical twins, and possibly the worst attitudes on the planet, stomped by in their cleats as Kelly and Tilly spoke confidentially. Tilly was so tempted to use her powers on them right here and now, but knew that Kelly would put two and two together and realize that something supernatural was going on. That wouldn't have worried her earlier, but the warning from the Idol of Lesbos last night had Tilly concerned that her powers wouldn't last. It was time to conserve. "Nice job in practice yesterday, asswipe," Lisa scoffed. "I hope your passing improves before our match this weekend." Tilly waved her hand dismissively, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get over yourselves." The two watched them leave through the swinging locker room door. Kelly mumbled, "The Hitch sisters think they are so perfect at everything." Tilly joked, "That's why we call them the 'Bitch' sisters." They both laughed. Kelly left as Tilly went onto the field to practice. She could easily switch them into crazed lesbians at this very moment, but she grudgingly admitted she needed the twins to win their last match. Tilly left them on a list of girls to convert after graduation. ** ** ** Later that night Megan rolled over and turned off her lamp, but when she rolled back she found her husband close and groping her. His rough hands were grabbing at her breasts and his penis was poking through his pajama bottoms and stabbing her ass cheek. "Not tonight, Bill," she whined. "Come on," he complained, "Why not tonight?" "I'm just not in the mood," she excused herself. "I'm going to be out of town all next week. You'd think that you could put out for your own husband!" William Sr. rolled over and tried to think of baseball and cooking shows and the stack of files he had piled up in his office. Anything to get rid of his erection. Megan lay there, staring at the wall. She watched the minutes tick by and listened for her hubby's breathing to change to snoring before she risked getting out of bed. Her sheer night gown brushed against her skin as the blonde mother of twins descended the steps in silence and made her way to the living room. There she found her daughter, pawing at her bare pussy, sitting in the leather arm chair. "You're late, mommy," her daughter accused. "Your father was up late, I couldn't get out of bed till now," Megan whispered, standing there in the room's entrance and afraid to step closer. Tilly curled her index finger, "Come here mommy. I know you need your midnight snack don't you?" "Tilly, you can't keep making me do this! Your brother knows!" "So what? He isn't going to say anything." "Your dad is going to find out." Tilly pouted, "But my pussy's lonely, mommy. It needs some loving care." Megan crossed her arms in front of her defensively, "I'm not some toy for you to play with. I'm your mother." Tilly scoffed, "Actually, mom, you're both. Now get down here and lick me. You do it soooo good." Megan tried to stand her ground, but was once again compelled to do her daughter's wishes. It was terrifying to know that she had no way to resist, and even more terrified at the intense pleasure she had at the hands of her own daughter. It was an awful feeling, knowing that the incestuous lesbian sex she had with Tilly was far more satisfying than any other sexual experience she had in her life. How could she go on pretending all was normal when such a perverse relationship continued behind the scenes? Megan pondered these thoughts as her nose rubbed against the clean shaved groin, her tongue slipping against the soft young folds, a mouth full of teenage pussy juice setting Megan alight with passion. Tilly did everything she could to make her feel like the pervert she was acting as, whispering devilish things to her as she flicked her tongue across that youthful hard clit. "That's it, mommy... More... Look what you are doing to your own daughter! What a pervert you are mommy, sticking your tongue in my nice young cunt! Licking me! Tasting my pussy juices all over your face! That's INCEST, mommy! Think about it, INCEST with your own daughter? What would all your friends say? Oh, I mean the ones that don't already know what a filthy dirty lesbian slut you are... Oh, I'm cumming, mommy! Cumming! Cumming!" Tilly squeezed her thighs together as Megan continued to munch away, the post coital stimulation making her young flesh squeak against the leather as Tilly squirmed about. Megan tried to pull away but her daughter kept bucking her hips, fucking her mom's face and practically suffocating Megan with her pussy. Finally Tilly relented and let her go. Megan collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. "Mom, you are getting sooooo good at that," the petite blonde sighed. "I really can't wait till daddy is gone all next week so we can have even more fun." She got up and picked up her pajamas and panties that were carelessly discarded on the floor. "Goodnight, mom!" Megan turned and called after her, "But what about me?" Tilly yawned, "Oh, sorry, mom. I just got really tired. But I'm sure you can finish by yourself." She threw her panties to her mother. "Here! Just think of me when you are taking care of yourself." Megan knelt on the floor, frustrated and wet between her legs as she watched her daughter disappear into the darkness. In desperation, she took her daughter's panties and pushed them up against her face, smelling the scent of sex that still clung to them. Just the smell of Tilly's pussy made Megan masturbate uncontrollably, shoving her fingers into her slit and thinking about the wicked things her daughter had made her do... And would make her do. It was wrong and terrible and Megan could think of nothing else until she climaxed. When the excitement finally abated, she stared pathetically at the tiny panties balled up in her sweaty fist, disgusted at how far she had fallen as a human being. Megan looked at the clock and noticed it was almost one AM. She couldn't have William Sr. knowing she was up and so she tiptoed up the steps and down the hall, back to her bedroom, dumping the panties in the hamper as she went. She did not notice her son's door slightly ajar nor Billy's eye spying on her as she walked back to her bedroom. Thursday ------------ 'Two women you must find.' 'You must bond them to each other...' The words came again last night and Tilly realized she should heed the voice's instructions before it was too late. Looking out the window, she realized she needed two women and figured what better place to find them than right here in the neighborhood. She would have gone to Cindy's place, but her brother was home and it was too complicated to work anything out with her. Ashley was home, however. And so was her mother. Tilly distinctly remembered seeing them in the circle of lesbians on that fateful day; remembered seeing Karen Townsend with her fingers massaging her daughter's pussy. Tilly remembered how disgusted she was at the time, and how sexy she thought it was now. Perhaps it was time to find out more about what happened? Mr. Townsend always got home late on Thursdays and Fridays. What better time was there? Karen put down her mixed drink and answered the knock at the door. She was shocked to see Tilly carrying a bulky black trash bag. The two had not spoken much since 'the incident' and Karen had difficulty looking her in the face. "Hi, Mrs. Townsend. Can I come in?" Tilly asked sweetly. "Sure, Tilly. Ashley is upstairs, studying of course." "Actually I came over to talk to you." The two sat on the stools by the kitchen and Karen looked terribly sad. "I suppose I owe you an apology, Tilly," she started. "No," Tilly stopped her. "Don't apologize. We were all being influenced by that beautiful idol Mrs. Watson brought home. How could you stop it?" "Beautiful?" Karen curled her lips. "That thing was hideous! A thing of hate! I'm so glad that your brother destroyed it. Thank God for that!" Tilly tried hard to hide her anger at the insult of the idol and her disappointment of its destruction; instead she remembered to stay on target. "So what's in the bag?" Karen asked. "It's all the sex toys from that day," Tilly confessed. "We cleaned it all up but I was so embarrassed about the trash men seeing what was in there, I've been hiding it ever since." "Oh you poor dear. We're all ashamed about that day. Me more than others." Tilly probed, "Why? What happened? Please tell me." Karen shook her head, on the verge of tears. "I can't. It was awful what it made me do." "What was it? I need to understand." "Ashley was a good girl, like you," Karen confessed. "She was saving herself for somebody special and I ruined that for her. I tried to fight it but the idol kept pushing and pushing and pushing until I finally snapped." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I've been trying to forget it all happened." Tilly drew closer, "But don't you think about those things you did with Ashley?" "I try not to." "But you do think about it. Don't you? You're thinking about it right now." The memory of Karen standing there getting off while her daughter had lesbian sex with Cindy flashed into her mind. Then the image of the day of her husband's hunting trip when Karen was driven made with lust. The strap-on she used, Ashley's pussy stretching around its girth, screaming for her to stop. "How could I do that to my daughter?" Karen wept. Tilly crept behind her and brushed her fingers along Karen's back, "You're thinking about how hot it made you feel. Not just licking another woman's pussy..." "No..." "But a hot, wet, eighteen year old pussy..." "Please, not again..." "That pussy belonging to your own daughter..." "Oh my God, this can't be happening..." "What got you off the most? Tell me." "Fucking her... Using her...." Tilly held up the black strap-on dildo she had withdrawn from the trash bag. "And now you can't think about anything else except doing it all over again. Isn't that right?" Karen's eyes were completely dilated as she stared at the brutal gigantic toy she had fucked her daughter with. A drip of pussy juice escaped her soaked panties and escaped down her sweating thigh. ** ** ** Ashley sat in her room listening to her music through her ear buds. She was scared upright when her mother slammed the door open and stood there in her black bra and the strap-on dildo that had taken Ashley's virginity. Over and over her mother had used it on her to the point where Ashley had trouble walking for the rest of the evening. Now she was wearing it again! "Mom, what are you doing?" the redhead screamed. "I'm here to take care of that slutty little pussy, Ashley." Cursed: Spirit of the Idol Ch. 02 "Mom! You- you can't! You're all better. I'm better! Mrs. Watson said it was over! I thought we were all better now?" "I'll be better when you get back to sucking mommy's cock, bitch." Karen forced her way into the room and grabbed Ashley before she could get away. The teen scrambled helplessly, feeling her limbs become unnaturally weak. While the effects of the idol had worn off, the memories of the idol still lingered. She remembered being introduced to the pleasures of lesbian sex by her best friend and enjoying the playful touches. But then came her mother, dressed in leather and donning a strap-on dildo that was bigger than any man's cock. Her mother took her virginity, used her repeatedly for hours, forced her to lick the hole that she was born from, then took a whole new round of abuse from Jill as her own mother helped. The two older women violated her over and over, and the sexual pleasure was only one facet of the day. She was utterly stripped of self-worth, forced to acknowledge that she existed for the sole purpose of pleasuring her mommy and all women. When the idol was destroyed, the awkwardness remained. Ashley knew that her virginity had been taken, but she wasn't sure if she could call herself a virgin. Had she chosen to give it up, or was it the power of the idol that did it? Was she a lesbian? She certainly enjoyed the physical pleasure, but knew in her heart it was terribly wrong. The eighteen year old girl had all of these thoughts race through her mind as her own mother came back for another round of vicious pleasure. The ripping sound of clothes and the squeals of fear were soon replaced with the sounds of Karen's thighs smacking against the backs of her daughter's legs as she forced the massive dildo back into her teenage hole. Tilly watched in glee, fingering her cunt as sweet Ashley was ruthlessly taken by her own mother. Ashley's toes curled in their stockings as she was ravished from behind, her confused body both resisting and accepting the giant black strap-on into her tightness. Tilly watched for hours as her classmate finally gave in to her mother's demented lust and became a fuck toy to be used endlessly, whimpering between her forced orgasms. The idol said nothing to her though. Despite the dirty pleasure it brought Tilly, somehow the event was not enough to trigger the magic within her. ** ** ** 'Tilly.' "Yes?" she answered. 'Tilly.' 'I cannot use these women.' Tilly sleepily responded, "Why not?" 'Tilly, these women have already been touched by me.' 'They cannot have been touched by my power before.' "Why can't you stay inside me?" 'I am fading, and you will fade with me.' "How can we stop it? Tell me!" 'You must find two women.' 'They must be close.' 'You must be my vessel and they will be the living sacrifices for my return.' She frowned as the dream spoke to her, "I don't know who to choose then. Help me!" 'They must be close, Tilly. You must try again.' Cursed: Spirit of the Idol Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans! Cursed: Spirit of the Idol The Idol of Lesbos III -- Sacrifices Chapter 3 ------------- Friday -------- Tilly's practice on Friday ran late, with it being the last session before their last game of the school year. She loved field hockey. It often came with the unfair stigma that every girl involved was a lesbian, but that clearly didn't upset her any longer. In fact, she hoped to satisfy the idol spirit sufficiently so that she could do just that. Tilly dreamt of the locker rooms of both teams being filled with twisted lesbian orgies after their final game next week. Of course, the prom was coming up too. There were so many opportunities to ravage so many girls, to steal them away from their boy dates, and to teach them the pleasures of female lust. She caught a ride home with one of the boys from school and laughed inside at his pathetic attempts to come onto her. The joke ended when he dropped her off in front of her house and watched him drive away. Tilly was about to go across the street when Ashley ran out of her house across the street and called out to her. "Tilly!" the redhead yelled, "Can I talk to you real quick?" "Sure!" she called back, walking across the way to meet her. The last time Tilly had seen her was when she used her magical powers to force Ashley's mom to ravage her. "What's on your mind?" Ashley looked worried, "It's my mom. She's not acting right." "How is that?" "She's depressed. She's drinking a lot when I'm at school. I can tell. Today when I got home she wouldn't even look at me. Her and my dad are fighting a lot. The whole thing sucks." Tilly played innocent, "What does this have to do with me?" The redhead huffed, "Come on, Tilly. I know you had something to do with my mom attacking me the other day. I saw you while she was on top of me. I saw you standing in the doorway. She did this before, when the idol was around, before your brother cut it in two. Then she happened to do it again when you were in our house... Watching us. My mom is losing it and I think it is because of you. She hates herself for what she did to me and you made her do it all over again." "So what do you want, Ashley? I can't make her forget what she did. She needs to deal with it." Ashley shook her head with an embarrassed grin appearing on her face. "No, you don't understand. I need your help, Tilly. Whatever you did to my mom that day that made her attack me? Can you make her do it again? All the time?" Tilly smiled back, realizing that Ashley was completely corrupted. The repeated lesbian raping she took at her mother's hands had broken her and made her into a lesbian addict, and a demented one at that. "Fine, I can do that. I can tweak your mom, but it will cost you." "Anything! What do you want?" "You need to give me the cheerleading squad. Every Senior. Arrange a party with your mom for after my last field hockey game." "Why after?" "Because I've got plans for them too. Oh, and make sure everybody brings their uniforms." "Deal. So how do you do it? You know, make women do everything the idol did?" "I don't know. Whatever spirit was in there jumped into me, along with all its powers. I just think it and they do it. Watch, and I'll show you." The two walked into Ashley's house as Tilly called out to Ashley's mother, "Mrs. Townsend, I've got something for you!" Fifteen minutes later, Tilly was looking at a familiar sight. Ashley's ass was up in the air, red on both cheeks from Karen Townsend spanking her. The black strap-on Karen wore pumped mercilessly into Ashley's pussy as the crazed mother penetrated her daughter for the third time. Her eyes were alight with a passionate fire stoked by Tilly's magical manipulations. This time Tilly reached deep into Karen's mind and bent her permanently. After this she was pretty sure it would cause a divorce, but Tilly couldn't really care. She was so excited watching the display in front of her. "You dirty fucking lezzie whore, Ashley! Take it! Take it hard!" Karen grunted as she thrust her hips forward. "I'm a queer girl, mommy! Fuck me more! MORE, MOMMY! RAPE ME, MOMMY!!" Ashley begged aloud, enjoying the thorough submission she was showing her mother. Could anything ever make her feel more aroused than this? She doubted it. Clearly there would be other women in her life, but Ashley knew it was her own mother who was the one to bring her the ultimate in wicked pleasure. Tilly stepped out of the room and left the taboo duo to their own devices. Watching them made her want her own mother again and she hurried back to her own house. When she got home, Tilly found that her brother had gone out with friends and her dad was golfing and wouldn't be home till much later. The timing could not have been better. "So I have you all to myself then, mommy," Tilly grinned, plopping herself down on the sofa and spreading her legs. Her school uniform hiked up her thighs and exposed her complete lack of panties. Megan was making dinner, but compliantly shut off the stovetop and assumed the position she had learned so well, kneeling between her daughter's knees. She began flicking the end of her tongue across her daughter's already hardened clit as Tilly settled comfortably into the couch. "Wow, mommy, I didn't even have to use my powers on you. I guess you are finally realizing what your purpose in life is," Tilly observed. "What is your purpose, mom?" "To lick pussy," she replied ashamedly. Her mom was finally broken as well, eagerly devouring her daughter. Who knew how long it had been since her mom and dad had sex, and Tilly wondered how long dad would wait before he finally gave up on her and divorced her. Oh, the perverted delights they would have without having to worry about her father being around. Tilly dispatched her mother to get the toys and the two of them slid over the length of a long double dildo. They paused every once in a while to kiss and rub their breasts against each other, then went back to bumping against each other. They were simultaneously moving toward their orgasms as Tilly drove home the nature of their perversion. "What do you call this, mommy? What do you call it when you dildo-fuck your own daughter?" Tilly goaded. "Incest! Oh, God help me, it's incest!" Megan climaxed, the shameful act shaking her to the core. Tilly loved making her mother feel depraved. It was important for her to admit out loud what they were doing as it seemed to make the orgasm that much more powerful. Who cared if her mom felt terrible afterwards? As Megan walked away with her head hung low, Tilly's eye was caught by a red blinking light hidden in her mother's knitting material. The blonde teen girl dug into the basket and found the family camcorder. Billy was trying to get blackmail material on her and he almost succeeded. Tilly's blood began pumping faster as she delved into the depths of her perversion to come up with a way to get him back. Tilly followed her mother up to the bedroom where she was touching up her make-up. The last thing Megan needed was her husband finding Tilly's lipstick mixed with hers on her face. Tilly handed her mother a piece of paper, "I need you to pick up some things at the store for me before dad and Billy get home. Here's a list." Megan gave an exasperated sigh, "Tilly, please! I don't want to go to the adult store again! We have so many toys here already!" "Buy them for me. Now. I need them before the prom." Megan reluctantly nodded, realizing there was no point in resisting. "Who are you bringing anyway?" she asked her daughter. "You're obviously not bringing Jake like you told your dad." "I've got plans, mommy," she snickered, "And you really don't want to know them." Saturday --------------- "Sir, we're going to have to make a quick pit stop after we pick up your date. My office called and said we need to switch drivers," the limo driver informed the teenage boy. Billy shook his head, "Why? What's the problem?" "I don't know sir, I was just told that I've been pulled for a different assignment tonight. They've got another driver lined up for you though. Don't worry. You will still be on time for your dinner reservations tonight." The older man nodded at him and the two shared an understanding of how important the evening was to him. "You look sharp, kid. She'll have a great time tonight." "Thanks," Billy smiled widely as they drove to his girlfriend's house. Kelly looked incredibly sexy in her prom dress. Slinky, sequined, and yet elegant, it barely met the school requirements for how high it cut up on her leg and how low it cut down to show her cleavage. When she climbed into the limo with him, Billy's heart skipped a beat. They had sex only once before and it was an awkward, interrupted, uncomfortable exercise in the back of Billy's car. Tonight was prom though. He had romantic dinner reservations, the dance itself, a party where there was alcohol, and then the hotel reservations he made. There was no way either his or her parents would let her stay the whole night, but he and Kelly agreed that they didn't need all night. Billy explained that the limousine service requested that they switch out the drivers for the night, but Kelly seemed unfazed by the slight delay. They sat together, looking out the window, waving to other limousines as they drove by. It wasn't more than ten minutes before they arrived at the depot and the older man lowered the privacy shield to say goodbye. "I'll go get the other driver. You two have a good time!" He rubbed his bushy mustache and winked at Billy before disappearing. "So, I got you a surprise tonight," Billy beamed. "Ooohh," Kelly raised her eyebrows, "What is it?" Billy reached into small bag and pulled out the warming lubricant and condoms he picked up at the drug store. "It's 'His-and-Hers' gel. When they come together, they make things warmer." "Wow, I've been wanting to try this," Kelly grinned. "But, I've got some surprises for you too." "Surprises? More than one?" Billy panted. "Oh yeah. You want to see the first one?" Billy nodded dumbly, his eyes wide as Kelly pulled her dress up to reveal a garter belt that attached to her sexy stockings. "You want your second surprise?" his girlfriend teased. Billy's cock was rock hard as he nodded quickly. "Turn around and close your eyes. And don't open them up no matter what." "What if the new driver shows up?" "Don't worry about it, you silly boy. Good, now put your hands behind your back." Billy did as he was instructed and felt the cold metal wrap around his wrists and heard a ratchet sound. "What is that?" he asked, his eyes still closed. "Are those handcuffs?" "Wait one more second," Kelly delayed as she pulled the leg cuffs out and hooked them to Billy's ankles. Before he could open his eyes, she took the connecting chain and pulled his wrists and ankles tight together, hogtying him in the back of the limo. Billy almost flopped over, unable to gain his balance. "Whoah! What is this? What did you buy?" Kelly answered coyly, "Oh, I figured this would make the evening a lot more fun." "Wow, do I get to use this on you?" "I don't think so." "Hmm, interesting. Kelly's got a naughty side I didn't know existed. Okay, can you take it off before the new driver comes back?" "I don't know. Then tonight wouldn't be nearly as fun." Up until then, Billy really thought she was playing around. But something in her eyes was frighteningly familiar and the young man's humor began to fade, "Come on, Kelly, this isn't funny anymore." The limo's door opened and a new driver poked her head in. Black straight hair, statuesque, large breasts, dark make-up, the suit she wore certainly did nothing to make her look masculine. "Uhhh, this isn't what it looks like," Billy covered embarrassingly, rolling back and forth on the cushion. "What's it supposed to look like?" The new driver smiled and turned to Kelly, "Your other guests are here. I'll go get them now." When the driver closed the door, Billy looked at Kelly and shot an accusing question her way, "Guests? What guests? Unlock this damned thing now, Kelly. I want it off!" "No," his girlfriend denied. The door opened again and Stefanie stepped into the back of the limo, followed closely by Billy's sister. The young man's fears were confirmed as he screamed at the trio of High School senior girls to uncuff him. Instead they pushed him over and put what looked like a rubber bit in his mouth and synched it tightly. The driver moved to the front of the vehicle and leaned back to admire the view. "So ladies, what is your destination?" "Take us to that special secluded park you were suggesting," Tilly instructed, "And let's have some music back here." They exchanged winks as the privacy glass rose and the music began thumping. The girls cut into a bottle of champagne and began dancing and drinking as Billy stared helplessly from the other side of the limo. He was taking up the whole seat but the girl's didn't mind sitting together. Not in the least. Tilly began kissing Kelly's neck on one side while Stefanie took the opposite side. Their hands were all over Billy's girlfriend, groping her breasts and ass and legs. The tight dresses were hiked up on all three girls as their lips met and legs rubbed against one another. Stefanie pushed Kelly back and pulled her dress up to expose Kelly's bare pussy. She had worn no panties at all! Billy squirmed against the cuffs, trying to break the chains that bound him uncomfortably. It was no use, though. Stefanie's tongue was sliding playfully up his girlfriend's pussy lips making her jump in delight. Tilly sat next to Billy's face and slapped him gently on the cheek. "Aww, my poor brother has a lesbian for a girlfriend," she ridiculed him. "You poor thing, how terrible! And I heard your old girlfriend Maggie is going to the prom with that girl Cynthia that you dated your Freshman year. Yup, they canceled on their dates just today and are meeting each other there. That is sure to be quite the talk of the school." Billy screamed into the gag but couldn't pronounce a single word. The rubber was already chafing the sides of his mouth as he tried to head-butt his sister. The attempt was worthless, of course. She simply pushed down on his ear and shoved her brother's head into the cushion. "Don't fucking try to hurt me, dear brother," she shot daggers at him, "You are the reason all this is happening. You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you? You had to try and use this..." Tilly pulled the video recorder from her purse and wagged her finger back and forth. "I kept up my side of the bargain and didn't play with Kelly after that dinner night, but you had to try and spy on me. Had to try and ruin all my fun. Now you are going to pay, Billy. And pay big. Now watch as Kelly the heterosexual girlfriend becomes a pussy loving lesbian addict." His girlfriend's pelvis was raised up high as Stefanie seemed to be latched onto her pussy, sucking the swollen clit into her mouth and rubbing her tongue across it. "Oh God! Oh God! FUCK! Cumming! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kelly's second orgasm in her entire life came once again at the hands of another girl. She looked so damned sexy that even Billy's cock was hard, despite the horrific predicament he was placed in. And once his girlfriend --could he even call her that anymore- noticed it, she pointed it out to his sister and Stef. "OMG! He has a hard-on!" The three of them fought to get his pants and underwear down to reveal his stiff penis as Billy resisted as much as he could. The fabric in his rented tux ripped in the leg and the girls won again. Now he was humiliated even worse as his erection was exposed to three lesbians -- one of which was his sister! The limousine came to a stop but Billy couldn't see where they were. The lights inside the cab made it impossible to see anything outside and --even if he could see- his angle from the seat would most likely only let him gaze at stars. "So, Kelly," Tilly began. "I was thinking, it isn't fair for you to not get fucked on prom night, especially when you are looking so tasty." Kelly blushed, "Thank you!" "So," the mousy girl continued, "I have decided that you are going to fuck a dick in the limousine." Kelly made an exaggerated pout, "But what if I don't want a dick anymore?" Kelly frowned as she looked at Billy's softening penis. "Sorry, girl, but you have to." Stefanie blurted out, "Do I have to take a dick too?" "Yup, sorry about that. It's a prom tradition. But before you two get all upset, I have a surprise for you." Tilly pressed the intercom button and called for the driver. "Isabella, you can come back now." The door opened up and the limo driver climbed into the back wearing nothing but a black bra, a pair of boots, and a thick flesh colored strap-on. She had a tight body and it was clear she worked out. Her breasts were large, maybe fake, but it didn't change the fact that she was incredibly hot. If it wasn't for the fact his sister and his girlfriend were here, the situation might have been more fun for the young man. "Mmmm," Stefanie ogled the driver, "can we have her 'dick' instead?" "Of course!" Tilly smacked her friend on the ass, "You didn't think this pathetic thing was going in you, did you?" Tilly reached over and swatted her brother's cock and he winced in both pain and humiliation. Kelly held up the lubricant Billy purchased for their big night, "Oooh, let's try this! It says 'His and Hers' but I think it can be 'Hers and Hers' tonight!" She gooed her fingers up and slid them deeply into Tilly's channel while Isabella coated the gigantic strap-on with the 'male' gel. The three prom girls lined up on their knees and swayed their asses back and forth, each begging for Isabella the driver to fuck her first. Tilly of course got her way, guiding the woman magically to pleasure her. Billy watched in amazement as his twin sister pumped backward expertly to meet the driver's dildo packing pumps, her face wrought with excitement. Stefanie captured the whole moment on the camera before turning the lens to the boy's crotch. "Ewww! Look! Your brother got hard watching you fuck, Tilly!" Stefanie pointed to his dick which was undeniably stiff. Tilly climbed back to the seat where her brother sat and took the camera, focusing it on his boy-parts. "Hahaha! Wow, and this is what you were going to use to satisfy Kelly? That is S-A-D." Stef was next as she lay on her back and took Isabella's pounding like a porn actress, her moves were smooth and all done for show. It was as if Stefanie's only goal was to put on a display for Tilly -- and perhaps it was. The entire time Kelly eyeballed her companions jealously, waiting for her turn to get the driver's attention. Stefanie and Tilly did their best to prop up Billy and give him a good view. Once her friends were satisfied, Kelly rubbed her clit slowly, waiting for the giant toy to penetrate her. Tilly made sure Isabella sat next to Billy and compared the strap-on to his still erect member. "Look, Kelly. This is what you were going to have tonight. Look how teeny tiny it is compared to Isabella's fat toy. What do you think? Which one do you want?" Cursed: Spirit of the Idol Ch. 03 Kelly climbed down on her knees, her breath was ragged, staring at the rubber toy. "Wow... I thought maybe I might miss getting fucked by a boy once you started to change me, but watching you three tonight... I don't think I'm ever going to touch a boy again." She reached out and played with the phallus, stroking it playfully and sucking on it as if it would bring Isabella pleasure. The driver certainly acted like she felt it, pulling on Kelly's hair and fucking her face. As Billy shook his head back and forth, Kelly made sure to keep eye contact with him, breaking the oral act only to climb up on Isabella's lap and poise herself over the long shaft of the dildo. "Thanks, Billy," she teased, "If I never started dating you, I would have never gotten this chance. Now you get to be here for my very special prom night." Kelly eased down on the thickness of the dildo and moaned in delight as her body took every inch in. "I can't believe how much bigger it is than your little willy!" The girls giggled as Kelly rode up and down, up and down, her pace quickening slightly with each cycle. Isabella groped her breasts, pulling her nipples hard and spanking her tits which made the teen squeal. Her tight ass banged against the dark haired woman's thighs as the cowgirl rode her new life into the sunset. This was what she needed from now on... Lesbian sex! Nothing but a lesbian would satisfy her. But there was more to her pleasure. Kelly loved humiliating poor Billy and couldn't wait to do this to another man too. She wasn't sure if this was something that came from within her or if Tilly had tweaked her to be this way, but it didn't matter anymore. Kelly's goal would be to break them all, one after another, making the men that washed into her life wish they could fuck her but finding that they were wholly inadequate for the job. "Watch me, you little dicked fucker!" Kelly cried. "Watch me become a queer girl right in front of you! Awww, what's wrong, Billy? Sad that you can't have any of my pussy? That's because you are disgusting and worthless... I'm fucking girls now and it's all because of you... Oh fuck me hard, bitch! Fuck me like he never could! FUCK ME!" The once sweet Kelly was transformed into a filthy talking slut as Isabella pounded her into lesbianism. Stefanie sucked on her tits as Tilly filmed the whole nightmarish event, panning the camera back and forth from Kelly's lesbo ménage a trois to Billy's bound form. As the screams from Kelly grew, Billy shrank smaller and smaller until his shoulders were completely rounded. Kelly's head thrashed back and forth in sexual gratification as Billy's head swayed back and forth in complete brokenness. His girlfriend was lost to him. "Wheeeww!" Kelly sighed, climbing off Isabella and patting her sore pussy. "I can't believe I ever thought I'd be happy fucking boys." Tears began to flow from Billy's eyes and Tilly gave her brother a hug. "Oh, my poor brother! It's okay, you and your wittle baby wee wee will be okay. Isn't that right..." Her demeaning talk let him know things were not over, but he had no idea how bad they were about to become. Tilly grabbed Billy's head with both hands and gripped his head tightly. Her strength was surprising and it felt like she might crush his skull in her fingers. She pushed her own face right up against her brother's so that their foreheads were touching. He could do nothing but look frightfully into her eyes. "You know, the idol was around for thousands of years, and you had to destroy it. In all that time, she has never touched a man's mind. But tonight we're going to make an exception..." Tilly gazed into Billy's terrified stare and concentrated all her given power into the moment. "You will never fuck a woman again, brother. Not ever. Your little penis will shrink when it gets near a woman's pussy. But I won't just leave you with nothing to do. You can get off looking at lesbians, and only lesbians. Till the day you die, you will only be able to cum thinking about all of the dirty things girls can do to each other. Just like tonight. Think about Kelly riding up and down on Isabella's big toy, think about Stefanie getting her cunt licked and fucked in front of you, and when you get off tonight you will be thinking about all that nasty dirty sex your own sister had. Yeah, that's right my disgusting brother, when you cum you'll be thinking... About... ME." Billy let out a little peep and a squirt of semen popped out of his cock head and dribbled down the side of his shaft. His body jerked several times before his eyes glassed over and his muscles relaxed. The act was so shocking even the other girls sat there mouths agape as Tilly destroyed her brother's mind. It took several requests from the blonde manipulator to get the keys from Kelly to unlock the wrist and ankle cuffs. They all saw the gouges in his skin the restraints left, but the young broken man seemed oblivious. He simply rubbed the gooey semen into his fist and began masturbating as he ogled the four women. "Did you have to do that to him?" Stefanie asked sympathetically. "He destroyed HER," Tilly shot back. "He got exactly what he deserved. Now what are the three of you doing? Shouldn't you be taking care of something?" Tilly sneered at them and pointed between her legs. Each girl felt a certain level of fear at the power Tilly held, but that fear was overcome by lust as their sexual acts continued through the night. After an hour or so, the girls barely noticed Billy who had crawled into the corner of the limo to beat off. All except Kelly of course, who made sure she insulted his complete lack of manhood while he jerked off to the deprecating jibes. ** ** ** All of Billy's ex-girlfriends ended up making it to the prom, and every girl he ever found attractive was identified grudgingly. A dozen girls were slowly manipulated from the dance to the hotel level of the building and into Tilly's clutches. He sat there and tugged his dick until it was red and sore. Occasionally he would look at it and wonder if it was shrinking. It certainly seemed smaller now, but perhaps it was the constant comparison the girls made of his dick to pencils, fingers, needles, toothpicks... The screams of Sapphic lust were of epic proportions and drew the attention of the hotel management. Fortunately it was female manager, and thirty minutes in the room meant that the women were safe for the night. As the orgy of girls fell asleep in the hotel room Billy rented, the voice of the Idol of Lesbos came to Tilly faintly, it's voice far away. 'Tilly, I am fading.' 'Can you feel it?' Tilly moaned, "I can. I can feel it. You can't go!" 'You are draining my powers.' 'You cannot continue to do this.' 'If I die, you will die.' "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!" 'You must find two women.' 'And find them soon.' 'I will not last another night.' 'Two women.' 'They must be close.' 'You are my vessel.' 'They must be the living sacrifices.' Cursed: Spirit of the Idol Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans! Cursed: Spirit of the Idol The Idol of Lesbos III -- Sacrifices Chapter 4 ------------- Sunday -------- "The two of you are in big trouble!" William Sr. boomed. "Out all night! Not answering your phone! Scaring us half to death! What were you two doing?! Drinking? Having sex?" "I swear to God," Tilly started, "That I did not touch a boy in any sexual way. Not a kiss, not a touch, nothing! And I can tell you that Billy didn't do anything either. He got a hotel room for us in case we got tired and the two of us stayed in it. That is the absolute truth." William looked at his son, "Is this true? You better not lie to me." Billy shrugged, not feeling as confident as his sister, especially since she fucked with his head last night. "It's true dad. Tilly wasn't with any guys last night. And Kelly and I... We kinda just didn't get along last night as well as I thought." He glanced at Tilly who nodded ever-so-slightly. She may have twisted his mind sexually, but the rest of his brain was intact. He could tell their dad the truth, but Tilly promised that the video of him jerking off and admitting he was pathetic would go to everyone he ever knew, along with the video. Of course he really wanted to watch the video of that night so that he could jerk off again and hoped that Tilly would allow it. William Sr. was not so convinced of his twins' innocence. He stared at them for a while before finally passing sentence, "Fine. But you still could have called. So, the two of you are grounded... Till graduation. You will remain in the house unless going to school. No extra-curricular activities, no graduation party, nothing! Do you both hear me?" "But dad!" Tilly cried, "What about my game this afternoon? It's the final game of the season!" "You should have thought of that last night!" Tilly stared at her mother and reached out to give her mind a tweak. Megan responded immediately, "Bill, while I think they need to be punished, I think skipping the game today is unfair to her teammates. They are already down two players." The two parents deliberated for a time before Megan finally convinced her husband. His mood was terrible after not getting any sex for so long, so perhaps he was trying to make his wife happy by agreeing with her? Who knew, but the end result was the same. "Fine," he acquiesced, "You can go to the game. But that's it! Nothing else." Tilly poked a little at the situation and found it all too easy to manipulate, "Well, what about church today? Billy and I are in the youth group and we're supposed to be having a party today!" "Party?" her dad snapped, "Uhh, no. No, no, no. You are staying home from church today. In fact, I'm going and your mother is staying home to watch you two to make sure you don't get in any more trouble." "Oh come on!" Tilly let out a mock whine, "Please?" "No!" her dad yelled before storming out of the room. The three waited fifteen minutes before William Sr. pulled out of the driveway and headed off to church. Tilly wasn't sure when her dad would figure out that there was no youth party at church, but it was her best guess it wouldn't be today. Megan watched apprehensively from the window as her husband left before she was interrupted by Tilly holding matching purple rabbit vibrators. Billy was sitting in the easy chair staring blankly ahead. "Well, mommy? We have about an hour. What are you waiting for? Get out of your clothes!" Tilly tossed the two toys on the sofa and began stripping. Megan was mortified as she glanced between her daughter and her son. "T- Tilly! What are you doing! Your brother is right there!" Tilly fell back on the leather cushions and took one of the toys in her grip. "Oh, don't worry, mom. I fixed him. He's not going to tell anyone, are you brother?" Billy shook his head dumbly and started rubbing himself through his sweatpants. Megan gawked at him and yelled for him to stop but found her son unwilling to do so. She looked at Tilly and shook her head, "What did you do to him!? I can't do this in front of Billy! Are you insane?" "Insane is probably a good description, mom," her daughter answered honestly. "But I don't care. Now get over here and lick my pussy. It's really sore from last night and it needs a mother's special touch." Megan resisted and found herself being dragged slowly toward her daughter's glistening mound ever so slowly. She kept looking at Billy who had pulled out his penis to play with it. It was so repulsive on so many levels. It was a man! It was a penis! It was her son! It was her son taking sexual pleasure at the sight of her and Tilly doing something forbidden! Megan cried out as she felt compelled to lick her daughter's pussy lips, shocked that there was still a line for them to cross. She could hear her son babbling to himself like an insane person while he jerked off to his mother and sister engaged in lesbian sex. "I'm worthless..." "I have a tiny penis..." "No woman would want me..." "I must watch lesbian sex..." "My sister taught me I'm pathetic..." The family was disintegrating and what lay beyond could not be imagined. ** ** ** The power of the idol was much fainter. Tilly noticed it when she struggled to bring her mother over to the couch while her dad went to church. She supposed that the power had been waning all along, but either it was so gradual that she never noticed, or she was simply in denial that all her good things would come to an end. Now Tilly was truly worried, for if the Idol of Lesbos was telling the truth about fading, it also meant her life might be in jeopardy. Tilly had so many plans for the game. She had planned to arouse the other team to the point where they could not concentrate, but she dared not use her power now. Instead it ate at her bitterly and the field hockey game quickly spun out of her control. So many luscious sets of legs, so many pretty feminine faces, and yet Tilly could do nothing. The worst part was that she needed to find two women and find them soon. Once the game was over, her dad would dump her in the car and she'd be at home for the night. She could try running away, but what if she couldn't find anyone! Half way through the game, Tilly realized she had found a solution and it had been there all along. Her class had not one but two sets of twins. Billy and Tilly were Fraternal twins, but the Hitch sisters were identical twins, brown and luscious and deserving of being fucked with. She would have done it long ago but didn't want to have their team screwed up. Now Tilly didn't care. It was the end of the year, they were graduating soon, and once they were sacrificed to the Idol of Lesbos, Tilly would have the power to manipulate everyone around her. The women she would bend to her will would be a vast collection for her to sample. No longer would Tilly be stuck on her own block. The cheerleader squad would be only the beginning. After that would be their sisters, and cousins, and mothers, and friends. Visions of an endless room filled with female bodies undulating against one another filled her mind and powered her determination. While Tilly dared not use the full extent of her granted powers, she did nudge the women about her. A player here, a coach there, a referee every once in a while. A flash lesbianism in their eyes, a poke of lust in their bellies, the evening went as expected. The star players of the game were Lisa and Leslie Hitch who were lauded over and praised for an hour while the rest of the team took to the showers and cleared out of the locker room. Tilly remained behind, waiting patiently for her prey as the two finally stepped in to wash off before heading off to the after game celebration. As they strode naked into the showers, they both looked up at Tilly who was soaping herself in the steam. They had such amazing bodies... It seemed a shame to sacrifice them. Tilly acknowledged that she had no idea what the sacrifice actually entailed, but the voice deep inside her told her it would become obvious once it occurred. And whatever it was, the idol seemed to approve of Tilly's choice. Leslie and Lisa were twins -- they couldn't get any closer. They were never touched by her powers and Tilly really didn't care what happened to them. It was perfect! "What are you looking at, Till?" Lisa sneered as she wet her hair. "Oh, by the way, you were a fucking space cadet on the field today." Tilly continued to look at her, admiring her breasts. Leslie walked in and noticed Tilly's obvious gaze. "Don't look at my sister like that, weirdo." She snarled, Piggybacking on her sister's ridicule, Lisa added, "Yeah, I figured you were gay, Tilly. Don't go bring your gayness in here though." Tilly slowly walked past the two, then leaned over and whispered something in Leslie's ear. Lisa couldn't hear it but Leslie made strange face, gasping as she did. It was like some epiphany was brought to her twin's attention and made her whole body react. "You know, Tilly," Leslie spoke slowly, "You have a really nice body." She drew close to the blonde and the two bodies contrasted in the steam. Blonde hair and dark hair, pale skin and brown skin. Leslie reached out and put her arm around Tilly's waist to bring their wet figures together. Tilly looked up at the mortified Lisa who was frozen in shock, "So Lisa, what's up with your sister? Why is bringing her gayness in here? That's kind of disgusting, don't you think?" Lisa stammered, "I don't - what is going on here? Leslie, stop that!" "Shut up and watch, Lisa." The idol made its push into the untainted twin. 'Watch your sister having lesbian sex.' Lisa stood there as instructed, mouth agape while Leslie and Tilly went from gentle kisses to a full on make out session. Tilly then broke away and grabbed Lisa forcefully, kissing her on the mouth. Lisa tried to stop the action but couldn't. She was kissing a girl who was just seconds ago kissing her sister Leslie! That meant her sister's saliva was in Leslie's mouth! And yet there was a feeling stirring between her legs. The powerful yearning to be sexually satisfied was growing at an alarming rate and that bitch Tilly was doing it to her somehow. "Mmm, good kisses. I think I need to sample each one again." Tilly had her arms around each twin as she went from swirling tongues with Lisa to Leslie. As she went back and forth, her hands went down to their ass cheeks, squeezing them as the hot water fell about the three girls. "Oh, I just can't decide," Tilly mused. "Why don't you two help me out and tell me who is the better kisser." Tilly pushed the sisters together so that their identical frames lined up against each other in the cascading water. Their breasts rubbed together and their nipples hardened at the touch. Leslie and Lisa were nose to nose, cocking their heads this way and that, accidentally mirroring each other as they drew closer to the inevitable. Eventually both girls bent their necks to the right and brought their lips together. Pensive at first, soon tongues began to swirl and arms locked around each other as the Hitch sisters enjoyed their incestuous kiss. Tilly was so overwhelmed with the sight of the twins embracing that she stumbled and slid down the wall of the shower. The twins gradually followed her to the tile floor, grabbing and rubbing and sliding as they did. The sisters were locked in an embrace that seemed to brighten the room and made Tilly's body shiver. She knew the idol was speaking to them, invading them, filling their hearts and minds with every unspeakable act it had experienced over the centuries. They both knew what they were doing was wrong and they reveled in the lust that forbidden encounter generated. 'Encourage them, Tilly.' 'Make them love it.' 'Make them need it.' Tilly commanded for them to climb into a sixty-nine position and couldn't help but masturbate as she watched Leslie atop Lisa licking each other. "Ooh that's it... Lick your sister's cunt, bitch! Do it! More!" Tilly commanded. She cared not which one obeyed her, figuring they probably both would. 'With their innocence sacrificed you will control all women.' Tilly was so excited her vision blurred in the steamy shower. They had to orgasm simultaneously and so she spoke aloud the nastiest comments she could make, hoping to bring about their shared climax. "That's it, Bitch Sisters. How does it feel knowing your tongues are in each other, huh? Licking each other! Incest with your own twin sister? You girls are dirty slutty fucking lesbian whores! More! Lick your sister!" The Idol was loud in her head now. 'You will pleasure all women.' Tilly's own orgasm was building beyond measure, "More!" The idol's magic intensified. 'Together we will experience everything.' Tilly watched Leslie and Lisa begin to quiver and moaned aloud, knowing the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced was about to occur. 'You will be one with me.' "Yes!" Tilly cried. 'Tell me you want it, Tilly.' Tilly whimpered, barely able to get the words out, "Oh I want it! I want it more than anything!" The words all made sense now, and Tilly was too far gone to recognize the consequences. 'They are my living sacrifices.' 'And you are my vessel.' Leslie cried in pleasure and was shocked as Lisa did the same thing, screaming almost in the same tone. Lisa experienced the most wickedly divine sensation and likewise seemed to know that her twin sister was equally pleased. The room seemed to blaze with a peach colored light and the voice in her head that had been pushing them to perform the forbidden act seemed to wash every part of their being. The pipes from the walls burst out of the tiles and shot the aluminum shower heads into the opposing walls. The copper pipes twisted like snakes, whipping about before they melted into a glowing pool that flashed with light. Whatever had taken over the twins had connected the sisters in a bond closer than they ever experienced; a difficult task for sure. They shared each other's thoughts and feelings and dreams and lusts. They were one, fully aware that only together would they know true pleasure. Of course, it wouldn't prevent them from bringing other women into their arms, but for now they would be contented knowing that their summer would be a long and passionate one spent in a myriad of incestuous lesbian acts. The two broke their embrace only because of the sound of the locker room door swinging open and the clicking of heels growing louder as somebody wade her way past the lockers. Lisa and Leslie Hitch looked about the shower and the hot and cold water shooting out at the broken tiles. The sisters grabbed their towels and met the stranger as she rounded the corner. "What the hell happened in here?" the woman asked them, her face drawn in shock. "We don't know!" Lisa stammered. "We were showering and all the pipes seemed to just burst!" Leslie added to the fiction, "One of the shower heads flew right past my face! It almost killed me!" In truth neither sister truly understood what just happened, but the voice speaking to them told them to keep their new relationship secret for now. "Was anyone else in here?" the woman asked. The two looked about, realizing that Tilly was missing. "Nope, just us." "You sure you didn't see Tilly Buchanan in here? Her mom and dad are looking for her." The twins looked down at the broken wall and where they last saw the girl. A copper colored statue rested against the broken tile, covered in plaster and debris. "No, she wasn't in here when we got here. The last time we saw her was on the field." "Okay. The two of you need to get dressed in a hurry. They are going to have to shut off the water main and bring in a work crew to take care of this mess. You don't want a bunch of men looking at your naked bodies." Lisa shook her head, "Definitely not." When the stranger pattered away, Leslie tiptoed through the shards of ceramic and grabbed statue. It was about eight inches tall and depicted a woman masturbating, her face twisted in pleasure. The metal was still hot, but she wrapped it in her towel and inspected it. The features looked very much like the blonde haired girl who had brought her and her twin together, who had taken away their perfect heterosexual lives, who had manipulated the Hitch Sisters to this one moment. Lisa and Leslie dried off and put their sweats on, quickly brushing each other's hair and helping each other put on a little lip gloss before going out. Who knew what kind of fun they might have at the victory party tonight? Before leaving, Leslie tucked the shiny new Idol of Lesbos into her gym bag and the two sisters walk out of the locker room together holding hands. Its voice was always there, whispering to them, guiding them. And if the twins listened carefully, the voice sounded much like a sultry, feminine duet. THE END