3 comments/ 56477 views/ 29 favorites Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 01 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! Story Chronicles thus far... Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos ---------------------------------- A magical idol is purchased in an antique store by a couple, but instead of enhancing their love life, it changes Jennifer into a twisted lesbian who converts her mother, sister, cousins, and aunt into Sapphic love slaves. Her uncle, upon learning the truth about his daughters and wife being changed forever, throws the idol away and commits suicide. Cursed: Return of the Idol --------------------------------- Jill Watson finds the idol on her lawn and is immediately changed into a manipulative lesbian addict. She converts her assistant, her female clients, her neighbors, and even her own daughter! The last victims are Megan and her daughter Tilly who are being transformed in the midst of an epic lesbian orgy, but Megan's son destroys the idol at the last minute and the spell is broken. Or at least everyone thinks... The idol's power has hidden itself away in the eighteen year old body of Tilly Buchanan, who uses it to sexually enslave her own mother in a depraved act of lesbian incest. Cursed: Spirit of the Idol -------------------------------- The spirit of the Idol of Lesbos embeds itself into eighteen year old Tilly, granting her all the powers of the idol. She squanders the power available to her and finds that not only could the spirit die, but her along with it. The idol explains she must find two women to be living sacrifices while Tilly becomes the vessel. Twins Leslie and Lisa are targeted as the sacrifices, but Tilly has misunderstood. The twins merely sacrifice their innocence, but Tilly literally becomes the new idol, reduced to a metal statue that Lisa and Leslie carry off in the end. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol ------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 ------------ The street looked like every other street in the neighborhood. Cars getting washed, hedges getting trimmed, kids playing basketball or catch in their front yards. Occasionally a ball would roll out into the street and a car would have to stop suddenly as to not run over a foolish kid who ran after it. Maple Drive's street lamps were decorated in bright yellow flyers that could be seen going all the way down as far as the eye could see. Each paper was identical, fixed to the steel poles with blue painter's tape and flapping slightly in the gentle summer breeze. The flyers were not for any particular event, but instead were marked prominently with large print: MISSING! REWARD! TILLY BUCHANAN AGE 18 CAUCASIAN, BLONDE, 5'3", 105 LBS LAST SEEN AT EMMLER HIGH SCHOOL PLEASE CONTACT... The rest was all small print indicating an anonymous tip line to contact along with an email address. A black and white picture took up the bulk of the paper showing the blonde girl's mousy smile. She was missing for two weeks now, but Tilly was still the talk of the town. The neighborhood was stunned. A High School Senior vanished a week before graduation and seemingly into thin air. Hundreds of students and teachers and parents saw her at the field hockey championship. Surveillance recorded her disappearing into the women's locker room door. Fifteen minutes later two other girls entered the locker room, but they saw nothing. There were a few people who cried foul, who thought the other two girls were involved, but even if they were, where was Tilly's body? There was only one door in and out and a teacher walked into the locker room and found no sign of Tilly. Her clothes were still sitting on the bench next to her shoes, her towel still hanging on the ring outside the showers. Leslie and Lisa Hitch were on the same field hockey team and swore to the police that they didn't see anything. Their story was that the locker room was empty and they had no idea what happened. They also had no idea what happened to the pipes which inexplicably exploded out of the walls. Tiles flew everywhere and debris was cast all over the showers. The copper pipes literally melted into pools of metal. Tens of thousands of dollars in repairs, and nobody could figure out how it happened. To do the type of damage found, the twins would have had to be carrying sledgehammers and blow torches. Police searched the locker room from top to bottom, inspecting every locker and checking behind every wall. There were warrants to search the Hitch residence. They found no blood, no tools, no signs of Tilly at all. A female police officer found a strange copper statue of a woman masturbating in their closet, but handling it once caused her to put it back on the shelf and close the door. It was never recorded on any report. That same police officer was suspended for sexually assaulting a female prisoner the following day. Apologies were made to the Hitch family for disturbing them and that was the end of their involvement. According to the newspapers, Leslie and Lisa Hitch were merely witnesses to a strange act of vandalism and innocent regarding the disappearance of their teammate. And in some ways they were innocent... The sisters had no willing part in Tilly Buchanan's transformation. They did not destroy the showers. Of course, they knew everything, but even if they could tell the truth or wanted to confess, who would believe them? Leslie and Lisa Hitch were mixed Hispanic and Caucasian, their light brown skin was flawless and encapsulated perfect youthful bodies. Eighteen and fit from field hockey, the twins had perfectly toned legs and C-cup breasts that made them each a catch. Every male student (and even some of their fathers) could have filled buckets with the sperm they spilled jacking off to the thought of the twins. Both dated, although with graduation done, it seems both girls decided to dump their boyfriends at the same time. Their mom and dad thought it was for the best with college right around the corner, although still surprised. Today they had their dark brown hair pulled back in ponytails and they wore matching short shorts with tank tops and no bras. As identical twins, the only differences were that Leslie was slightly taller and Lisa had a small birthmark on her belly that was absent on Lisa. Both held onto a strap of a canvas bag that they were carrying up to the market to get some milk. Their father was at work and their mom was home cleaning. They told her they would walk up to the mini-mart and get milk for the house and their mother smiled in gratitude. She didn't see them put the small metal statue into the bag, nor would she have understood why if she had. They passed the lamp pole and --just as she had with the other thirty poles- Leslie reached out and tore Tilly's 'Missing!' sign down. With one hand she crumpled it up and tossed it into the shrub of the nearby yard. The middle aged man washing his Audi didn't bother to scold them for littering on his property. Instead he merely ogled the twins who were half his age and called out, "Morning, girls!" The sisters smiled politely and waved and kept going, their asses naturally swaying as they went. His eyes followed them till they disappeared from sight. Four minutes later another load of sperm would be spilled on behalf of the Hitch sisters. Leslie pulled another yellow flyer down and crumpled it into a ball, discarding it in the sewer grate. As they rounded the corner, the twins noticed a girl who graduated with them from High School walking out her front door in a bathing suit covered up by a T-shirt and shorts. Her name was Sarah Thompson and both sisters quickly realized that they wanted her. "Morning, Sarah!" Leslie and Lisa yelled out simultaneously. "Hey, Lisa! Hey, Leslie! What are you doing?" she called back, putting her swim bag in the back of the car. "Just walking around. Enjoying the day. How about you?" "Going to Greg's house, then swimming later. We're trying to make the best of the summer before we go to different schools." Sarah was about to open the driver door when the twins walked up next to her. Lisa smiled warmly, "Hey, you want to see something before you go?" Sarah scrunched her eyebrows together, "Uhh, I don't know. I guess. I kinda told Greg I'd be over soon." "It won't take long," Lisa reassured her. "Can we go inside?" "Yeah, my parents took my brother to some event so if you have pot or something we're pretty safe." Sarah had hung out with the Leslie some Junior year, but really spent most of her time talking with Lisa in their final classes together. The sisters always seemed so well connected to the parties that their somewhat condescending attitude could be overlooked. "So... What's in the bag?" Sarah asked innocently. The twins couldn't help but grin widely as they pulled out the statue. Leslie held the erotic metal image out for her next victim to hold, "Take a look, girlfriend." The puzzled and uncomfortable expression was clear to both sisters as Sarah hesitated to touch the posed nude girl. "Uhhh, I'm cool. No need or desire to touch that thing." "Oh come on, we just want your opinion on something," Lisa pleaded. "We want to know if you recognize the face on the idol." "Why would I?" "Just look at it closely. You might recognize her..." Sarah felt like this was a setup of some type, a practical joke that she was going to be the brunt of. However Sarah had a tendency to bend to peer pressure, so in a huff she grabbed the idol from Leslie's hands. The copper statue depicted a girl masturbating, but the face was definitely familiar. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to recognize the face of Tilly Buchanan. "You know, if this is a joke it totally isn't fun- fun- funnnnnyyyy..." Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. The statue felt so warm in her hands and Sarah gripped it tightly. It was hot now -- so hot that it felt like it was burning her, but not her skin. It was her whole body that was burning, set aflame with lust, desire, an unquenchable thirst for... 'Pussy.'----'Desire.' 'Girls.'----'Submit.' 'Breasts.'----'Cunts.' Two lipstick clad mouths pushed together. Nipples from two girls rubbed against each other. A female tongue lapping at a shaved pussy. The images pounded her imagination relentlessly while two voices drilled into her, one in each ear. Two voices, one goal: to change Sarah forever. One voice was foreign but seemed to know her well. The other voice was so familiar, yet different in tone. One was mature, seductive, impossible to ignore. The other was young, corrupting, twisted and driving. When Sarah opened her eyes she looked at the twins, but they had changed somehow. They were always beautiful, but now they were exuding an air of sex so thick she could feel it. Their scent touched her nostrils and filled the High School grad with a hunger she had never known. Leslie and Lisa were touching her, groping her, undressing her right in the living room while she gripped the Idol of Lesbos. Sarah had thought about being with a girl before and had even masturbated when she found some lesbian porn on her brother's computer, but those were fleeting moments of weakness. She felt guilty afterwards for having homosexual thoughts and for thinking about somebody other than her boyfriend. Now Sarah's very soul was being turned inside out, her mind remapped to focus on strictly carnal lusts. "So," Leslie cooed, "Do you want to go see Greg now?" Lisa was fingering Sarah's clit in her bathing suit bottom while her twin teased her breasts. "I- I- I think he can wait for an hour or two... Or five..." Sarah stuttered, her legs shaking as she tried to keep herself vertical. One of the sisters took the statue from her hands, but Sarah still felt the power coursing through her, still heard the voices in her head. Leslie kissed her mouth and the electricity of her first lesbian kiss caused the eighteen year old to moan loudly. 'Soft.'----'Wet.' 'Delicious.'----'Naughty.' The three were fully naked now, Sarah's body pressed against the wall, the twins were on their knees taking turns licking her cunt. Yes, that's what she had -- a cunt. A wet sexy cunt that needed a girl's tongue in it. Greg had licked her down there before, but it was nowhere near as pleasurable as what she was experiencing now. Occasionally Leslie and Lisa would stop their tongues from stimulating her pussy to dance with each other. It was so perverse, watching twin sisters actually kissing. Did they have sex each other? Of course they did! Hot, dirty, lesbian sex, and they chose her to share their wicked sessions. Sarah felt so privileged to know she was selected to be with such stunning beauties, to have them begin her new, better life of true sexual gratification. Leslie was reaching back and fingering her sister's cunt from behind as Lisa sucked expertly at the fresh pussy. It was so marvelous to watch the Hitch sisters in their erotic act of depravity while being simultaneously pleased by them. Never in her wildest dreams or most private conversations had the thought of two sisters being with each other crossed Sarah's mind, but once seen it was impossible to look away. The mirror image girls licking her, touching each other, and sharing their perverse act with her! How many girls had fallen victim to their lust? Five? Ten? Twenty? Thoughts of an ocean of female flesh spreading across an endless room filled her imagination. The images came from the idol --Sarah was sure of it- but it mattered not. She welcomed the idea of an eternal intertwining of soft legs and sexy faces and round asses to touch and caress and enjoy. It was her new life long goal, and to think it was beginning here with these gorgeous twins! Sarah thrashed her head to the side, the orgasm taking her motions over and knocking a picture frame from the wall, sending it crashing to the floor. She looked down at the family portrait briefly before Lisa pushed it off carelessly to the side. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" a voice called from down the hall. Lisa, Leslie, and Sarah all pivoted quickly to the side to see who had screamed out. Megan Thompson, Sarah's younger sister had walked out of her bedroom wearing her headset, the blaring music masking the sexual sounds from the living room. However no amount of music could have hidden seeing her sister engaged in a Sapphic three-way. Leslie stood up, "Who the hell are you?" Sarah stammered, "Th- that's my sister, Megan. I never got a chance to tell you that she was home." Lisa stood up and walked slowly toward Megan, "Hmm, looks like we get a two-fer today." Leslie joined Lisa in the hallway, "Oooh, and she's so cute too. Sarah, grab the idol." The eighteen year old did as she was instructed and took the Idol of Lesbos from the counter. It was still warm to the touch, warm like a living, breathing person existed within. Sarah trailed the twins, watching her sister's eyes dart back and forth, consoling them all in fear that she wouldn't tell anyone. Megan walked slowly backwards, taking a trepid step for every step the twins drew nearer, not understanding what was happening but instinctively knowing she wanted to get away. But Sarah knew the layout of the house and with clarity of focus that there would be no getting away for Megan. Megan broke into a run and fled to her room screaming, the twins in hot pursuit. The Hitch sisters were holding Megan down on her bed, looking up at Sarah with encouraging eyes. Megan's struggles subsided as she locked gaze with her older sister in the doorway. "Sarah, what the hell are you doing? Wait! Please, I don't know what's going on but you need to stop this! It isn't funny! I swear I'll tell mom and dad if you don't let me go!" The old Sarah was fading, the part that was telling her that this was her family and that what she was doing was wrong. 'Go to her.'----'Fuck her.' 'Educate her.'----'Use her.' 'Pleasure her.'----'Make her your bitch.' The voices in her ears, the images in her mind; things that were done, things that were to be done. All of it made Sarah gasp in excitement as she approached her sister. "Don't worry, Megan," Sarah soothed, "You'll love every moment of it..." Sarah crossed the threshold of her sister's room and closed the door, excited to open a new chapter in her sister's experience, and her own. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters engaged in sexual activity 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! ------------ Later that week, Margaret and Robert Hitch sat in the living room watching TV. It was a typical late evening for the couple as they relaxed from the day. It would be a fun filled summer, with plenty of trips planned for their last summer with their daughters. Eighteen years had flown by and now her kids were young women getting ready to go off to college. They had crossed one hurdle with the girls' dad coming for a visit -- Arturo still had hang-ups over the divorce and Margaret remarrying. He never liked her new husband Robert and felt he wasn't well involved. The truth was Robert was typically concerned about money and academics and what kind of trouble the twins might get into away from home, but Margaret had deeper concerns; concerns she couldn't put her finger on. "Robert, have you noticed anything weird about the girls recently?" his wife asked out of the blue. Robert paused the show and rewound it so that he could catch what the doctor was telling the patient, "No, not really." He pressed play again. Margaret interrupted again, "You don't think they've been rather anti-social? I mean, they both broke up with their boyfriends the same week. They didn't go to any parties after graduation. And their room is actually clean. They're not even complaining about having to share a room anymore." He pressed pause once more, "Maybe they're still upset about that Buchanan girl vanishing?" His wife didn't respond immediately and so he pressed play. No sooner than the show was back on was Margaret responding, "No, they didn't even like that girl. I was half surprised to find out they didn't stuff her body in the wall." Margaret was joking, of course, but knew full well that Tilly Buchanan was a point of frustration for her daughters after every field hockey game. He pressed pause again and sighed. "So they aren't hanging around with their dopey boyfriends and they aren't out drinking. They aren't complaining and they're actually pulling their own weight around here for once. What's the problem here?" "I don't know... Nothing I guess. Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." Margaret hadn't been sleeping well lately. Her dreams were fitful but she couldn't remember them upon waking, but her husband complained she was rolling about and waking him up. It was a perfect night to turn in early. The middle aged woman walked up the steps in her bare feet, the summer heat banishing slippers to the underside of the bed for another five months. Margaret walked past the girls' room with the door slightly ajar. She wasn't really peaking in on them and her mind was elsewhere, but as she passed she witnessed from the corner of her eye her daughters sitting very close to each other on the bed. Their faces were pressed close to each other as if they were... She stopped and turned around, pushing their door open without knocking. Both girls were sitting side by side on Lisa's bed, still as does, reading magazines. Margaret questioned them, "What are you girls doing?" "Just reading, mom," Leslie replied. "You weren't just....?" "Weren't doing what, mom?" Lisa asked innocently. "Nothing," Margaret shook her head. "Nothing at all. Goodnight." She shrugged it off, thinking how funny it was how the mind would play tricks on you. She heard them call back 'goodnight' as well and decided to get some sleep. Later that night, Margaret rolled fitfully about while Robert slept soundly next to her. The dream seemed so alien, so strange, as if it wasn't her own. She was standing in her daughters' room which was lit in an orange and pink light. The room was slanted, as if the house was built on a hill. Lisa and Leslie were walking mirror image of each other, walking around to the sides of their beds and sliding them together so that the mattresses touched. The dream tilted again in the opposite direction and her daughters climbed onto their respective beds and crawled toward each other to meet in the middle. As their faces drew close, their mouths opened and her daughters began kissing. Their tongues swirled teasingly against one another as their clothes seemed to melt away. Margaret tried screaming at them to stop, but her voice made no sound. She couldn't understand why her daughters would be kissing like that. Then touching. Then fondling. Their breasts were pressing against each other, sliding, nipples hardening. Their twin bodies moving in perfect coordination as they sapphicly delighted each other. The dream changed again and Margaret was floating above their joined bed, watching her daughters climb onto one another in a sixty-nine position. Their nude bodies bent and squirmed as they buried their mouths in between each other's thighs, groaning in pleasure at the same time. As a pair they rolled about the blankets, cooing and wailing, inseparable, inviolate, incestuous. Her dream held Margaret helpless as she was eye level watching her own daughters commit a sinful act with each other. It was so strange, so nightmarish, yet so detailed. She could hear Leslie slurping at Lisa's mound. She could smell the sex from their taboo act. She could feel the heat from their sweaty bodies. Above them against the wall was that Buchanan girl who went missing as she masturbated noisily. She was on her knees, her fingers shoved deeply into her hole, only she wasn't alive but a statue. And behind Tilly Buchanan was somebody else, a female form, soft and out of focus and... Margaret opened her eyes as she bolted straight up in bed. Panic and disgust swam over her face as she breathed heavily. "What!? Whoa! What the hell?!" she stammered. It was daylight and the bed was empty. She looked at the clock and saw it was already 9:30. Robert was long at work. Her mind was reeling from the strange dream; why would she have such a perverse nightmare like that? Margaret pulled her dark hair from her face and tried calming down, her mind attempting to piece together why such things would invade her sleep. Perhaps it was she who was upset about Tilly Buchanan coming up missing? Perhaps it was the girls acting in an atypical fashion, combined with the fact that she thought she saw them kissing last night, that fit together into a bizarre sexual dream? Emotionally distraught, the mother of two got up and showered, shaved her legs, and put on some shorts and a light blouse so that the air conditioning didn't need to be blasting. As she walked about gathering laundry, it became obvious that nobody was in the house. The twins must have gotten up early and gone out. They probably went up to the pool if it meant getting this early. Perhaps it was for the best though - Margaret wasn't sure she wanted to see her daughters just yet after the bizarre dream last night. She made her way down to the kids' room and grabbed the hamper, dumping out all of their dirty clothes into one main bin which she carried to the laundry room. Absentmindedly she sorted them into piles by color and made her loads for washing. As Margaret separated the clothing, she pulled her fingers back instinctively from something wet. Looking down she found a pair of Lisa's panties (or were they Leslie's? It was hard to distinguish) with a glob of slick clear gel along the waist band and the crotch was damp too. Margaret curled up her nose in disgust, wondering what the gel was. While it could have been some sort of medicated cream, it certainly didn't look like it or feel like it. It felt like lubricating gel for sex. Margaret went through the laundry more cautiously now, inspecting her daughters' clothes. She wasn't a prude and figured they were having sex already, but this was recent and supposedly both twins weren't seeing their boyfriends any longer. She found another pair of panties with the crotch stiff and encrusted, but this time she found lipstick marks along the front of the panties. Something was clearly wrong here. Margaret dumped the darks into the washer and made her way back upstairs to the twins' room. Over the years the two of them had made weekly pleadings to give them separate rooms, but they had been in the same room since they were born. As the years went on, the house evolved to 'absorb' the remaining bedroom, turning it into an office-study room combo. With them heading off to college, it made no sense to change the living arrangements. Their room was pristine. There was a place for everything and everything was in its place. Strangely the room was 'too' clean. The beds were perfectly made, the vanities nicely organized. No dirty clothes, no candy wrappers, no papers lying about or cell phone accessories underfoot. As her eyes scanned the dresser she noticed a tiny scrap of paper with four numbers on it: 2697. It didn't have anything else associated with it, so she tucked it back under the lipstick tube that it was held down with. The shade of the lipstick looked like the one from the underwear stains. Margaret opened up the top dresser drawer and ran her hands underneath the clothes, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Finding nothing she inspected the next drawer, then the next one. Empty handed she went through the closet, through jacket pockets, through their large purses. Nothing. There was something in the room though, Margaret could almost feel it. Her kids were just not this well behaved! She got down on her knees and looked under Lisa's bed and saw a dark red trunk with a combination lock on it. Pulling it out, Margaret inspected the box; it wasn't anything she ever bought and the lock was unfamiliar as well. Flipping it upside down, she poked at the four dials on the bottom all set to zeros. Yanking on it she found it locked, but then quickly remembered the scrap of paper. She got up, grabbed it from the dresser, then returned to the floor and rolled the combination into place. 2. 6. 9. 7. Click. The lock opened. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the lock from the hasp and opened the lid, half expecting to find drugs. Instead, what she found was even more disturbing. Sex toy cleaner. A half dozen vibrators. A long double-headed dildo. A pair of strap-on dildos, one pink and one purple. Leather cuffs - four of them. A pink rubber ball with a strap attached to it - Margaret had no idea what it was for. She flipped it upside down and noticed teeth marks in it. It was some type of gag to put in your mouth! But the box wasn't empty yet. There were lesbian DVDs, dozens of them. 'Rug Munchers', 'Vagitarians', 'All Girl Sex Fest'. And lingerie by the handful, all of it wreaking of latex from the toys. "Lisa is a lesbian?!" she spoke out loud. "How did I miss that?" Margaret sat back in disappointment, staring at the huge box of porn. As she sat there, her eyes shifted to Leslie's bed and noted an identical red trunk, with an identical lock. Margaret's hands were shaking as she pulled the trunk forward, and tried to unlock it. The combination 2697 didn't work. Margaret brought herself back up on her feet and was about to search around for the combination when everything went dark. Something covered her whole head - a fabric of some type. She could see light through the material but nothing definitive. As Margaret tried to pull the material off her, she found her arms restrained and somebody else grabbing at her legs. She screamed which brought a hand to cover her mouth, shoving the cloth against her lips tightly while the other hands picked up on her and tossed her to one of the beds. There was a knee in her back and her arms were pulled forcefully back - Margaret couldn't even think straight straight as she thrashed about, trying to call for help. Then the panic truly set in when her shorts and panties were being yanked down and around her ankles. More pulling, more fruitless resisting, and she knew there was at least two attackers with ill intent tying up her hands. Escape! Help! These were the only things she could think of while her shirt was ripped apart and her bra yanked forcefully off. She was then thrown onto her stomach and the fabric bag removed from her head and tossed to the side. She recognized it as a pillowcase from the laundry. Had she left the side door by the laundry room open? Her face was shoved forward as she tried to turn to see her attackers and something rubbery shoved in her mouth. The ball shaped gag was being attached to her head and snapped in place, its material prying her mouth open so as to not hurt her teeth. Held down and secured tightly, all Margaret could do was wait for the next wave of horror. "What should we do with her, Lisa?" Leslie's voice came from behind. "Convert her?" Lisa answered with a question. "Hmmm, sounds fun. But let's play with her first like we did with Isabella. It's so fun watching them squirm!" "Even better..." Lisa made a yummy sound as she flipped Margaret over and stared into her mother's terrified eyes. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, mom. Just wait and see what your little girls have grown up into." Margaret looked from one of her daughters to the next then shook her head, pleading with grunts and cries for mercy that would not come. Her fair skin was red and blotchy and contrasted against the light brown skin of her daughters. Their complexion was many shades lighter than Arturo's, but they still looked to be quite different from either parent. It started with them playing with her breasts, sucking on them, pulling on them, caressing them. Lisa and Leslie worked down their mother's body mirror image, as if the whole perverse event was orchestrated and her daughters were mere puppets. As her tears streamed down her face and into her hair, Margaret felt her nipples involuntarily harden in her daughters' mouths. Their hands were cupping her ample breasts as well as exploring her body in a way only her husband and a few men had ever done. Never a woman though and certainly never her own flesh and blood. They broke their tonguing massage to enjoy a deep lesbian kiss over her breasts; it was a flashback to her nightmare and Margaret wondered if this was yet another terrible dream. Lisa and Leslie's hands prying open her legs reinforced that it was all too real. The duo worked their way down her belly, kissing and biting and licking and touching. Margaret tried squeezing her legs together, but the two of them overpowered her easily and pulled her knees wide apart. "Wow!" Lisa exclaimed, looking at her mother's pussy. "We haven't been down here for awhile." Leslie laughed cruelly and lapped at her mother's pussy to the alternating sounds of screams and sobs. Lisa nestled against her sister and nuzzled her face close by, flicking her tongue across Margaret's exposed clit. The stimulation caught her off guard and she jumped at the tingling that shot up her body. More licking, more touching, more everything as the tingles turned to a deeper stimulation. It was almost pleasurable, but Margaret didn't want to enjoy it. These were her daughters, and they were sexually assaulting her! She didn't understand why it was happening, but it certainly wasn't anything to be enjoyed. And yet there they were, licking her, fighting over her mound with their tongues, making her feel excited deep in her belly in ways only Robert had managed. She didn't want this! Leslie was snaking her tongue up inside of her while Lisa was busy sucking on her clit. Lisa's left hand was busy pulling and rubbing her mom's nipples while Leslie humped her mother's leg like an animal. The more they performed, the wetter Margaret got and the crazier it drove them. The twins were like sharks in a feeding frenzy, only in this case it was their mother's juices that drove them mad with lust. She tried to fight the orgasm that they had been building for her, but it was no use. The floodgates opened and Margaret jerked against the restraints, her body filled with pleasure while her mind was filled with disgust. Somehow, inexplicably, her twin daughters had become lesbian rapists that had fallen so far morally that they attacked their own mother. How could they!? "Shit, Leslie! That was so fucking hot!" Lisa giggled. Leslie responded, "I know! It makes me wish we had done this earlier." "Well we were busy with Francine, Becky, Isabella, Sarah, Megan..." "...Shakeesha, Robin, Robin's cousin... You know we never did get her name." "We didn't find out that sales girl's name either, or the woman from the recruiting station." "Well, I think she was already a lesbian, so she doesn't really count. Who are we missing?" "Oh! Don't forget Coach Yasmine. She had us busy for a long time!" "How could I forget!" Lisa looked at her mother, "You see, mom, you always told us that practice makes perfect. Well we've been practicing for a while, and now we're ready to make this a perfect day." Both girls climbed off their mom and reached down into the open red trunk on the floor. Leslie grabbed the purple strap-on dildo while Lisa adorned the pink one. They each then took turns coating the toys in lubricant from a large tube that was virtually empty. "Wow, this is the second tube we've gone through in a week," Lisa remarked. Both daughters turned and faced Margaret now, rubbing their greased up hands over the large phalluses and climbing up on the bed. As they drew closer the abused mother noticed that these toys were bigger than her husband's penis and cringed at the idea that Lisa and Leslie were about to put them in her. But that was indeed what her daughters intended as Leslie maneuvered behind her and undid the cuffs holding her wrists. Instead of letting Margaret go, however, Leslie forcefully held her arms back, restraining her mother so that Lisa could position herself between her mother's legs. The pink dildo dangling from Lisa's groin was poised at Margaret's opening, the tip sliding along her slit, the bulbous head barely penetrating within. She tried to pull her hips back, but found the task daunting. Instead, she was left with moving her torso about so that Lisa struggled to find her hole. Leslie grew frustrated and yanked her mother's hair back hard and hissed in her ear, "Stop it, bitch! You're getting fucked whether you like it or not. And to be honest I hope you don't like it. Yeah, that's it mom. Cry while your own daughters take your cunt!" Lisa took the distraction as her opportunity to shove the toy into her mom, deeply and quickly. Margaret let out a wail as her daughter penetrated her in the most vile act yet. Her mumbling sobs from behind the rubber ball gag fell on the cruel deaf ears of her demented children while the dildo pistoned in and out of her. A brief look at the toy shocked her as it was cream covered; not man cream from her husband but her own cream. Betrayed by her daughters, betrayed by her own body, the violation compounded as the physical stimulation built up against her wishes. It was unfathomable that such a horrific act would cause Margaret to become aroused, but it was happening nonetheless. Perhaps that was the worst part of all? They flipped her over and back into many positions, taking her and using her wickedly. The ball gag had been removed somewhere along the way, but even with her now verbal pleads to stop, Leslie and Lisa continued. Margaret was exhausted, her leg muscles too weak to sit up and her arms too exhausted to fight back. Leslie was underneath her pushing the strap-on upwards while Margaret bounced helplessly on top. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 02 "How... How can you do this to me?" Margaret cried, "I'm your mother!" "That's what's so hot," Lisa answered with an angry grin, "It's so fucking dirty that we can't help but fuck you, mom. Knowing that your raped pussy is orgasming at the hands of your own daughters is the most perverted thing we could possibly do!" "And we love being lesbian perverts," Leslie added. "It's addictive...Mmmmmm..." Lisa teased, "Does Robert make you come like this? I bet he doesn't." Lisa was playing with Margaret's pussy by rubbing her own strap-on against her sister's strap-on underneath. Margaret could feel them pressing the large phalluses against her vagina simultaneously and she panicked, fearful of what they may try to do. Her fears were confirmed seconds later when her daughter asked aloud, "Hmm... Hey Leslie, I wonder if we can both fit in mom's pussy at the same time?" "Well, we did before!" her sister giggled, sending both into an evil laugh. Somehow her daughter's managed to get the slicked up strap-ons inside of her at the same time and Margaret cried in pain. Indeed it felt like child birth, only this time there was something deep and dark that rode under all the pain. Margaret's G-Spot was being wildly stimulated as the dildos cycled in and out of her, and the wave of pleasure from below her waist was crashing against the humiliation she was feeling above it. Margaret's shaking head became a undulating body as the biggest betraying orgasm shook the mother of the twins to her core. She collapsed, too tired to cry anymore. She could feel Leslie underneath her, their sweaty breasts sticking to one another. The toys were still deep inside her and her daughters refused her even an inch to move in order to have them dislodged. Leslie looked up at the clock, "Hey sis, what time does our stepfather get home?" Lisa replied, "5 o'clock. Why?" Leslie smiled fiendishly up at her mother, "Oh, sorry mommy, that means we only have another FOUR hours to incestuously fuck you!" The realization spread over the middle-aged woman's face as she yelled out, "Noooooooooooo!" * Margaret lay spent on the floor. Her hair was disheveled, her make-up wrecked, her face crusty from dried pussy juices, her vagina sore and gaping. Every muscle was spent of energy and all she could manage was to stare at the clock which read 3pm. Robert wouldn't be home for two hours, maybe more. Her daughters had tossed her to the floor and were now whispering to one another, smugly looking down at their conquered mom. "That was the best one yet!" Leslie exhaled. Lisa nodded in agreement. "Totally fucking awesome." She was going to have to call the police; that's all there was to it. It didn't matter if they were her daughters, it didn't matter if the whole humiliating experience was broadcast on the internet. Margaret couldn't let this happen again, not to anyone. She only hoped that they weren't going to kill her because clearly they had lost their minds. Lisa reached down to the unopened trunk and seconds later withdrew a metal statue of a girl masturbating. Dear God it was like the one from her dream! It couldn't be coincidence, could it? Lisa approached Margaret and lay the idol across her ribs, leaning slightly against her breast. Miranda noted that the metal was warm and pleasant against her skin. "Wha.. Wha..." she tried to speak, but the words would not come. "Wondering what this is, mom?" Lisa asked innocently. "It's the answer to the question you've been asking all day long. 'Why are my daughters doing this to me?' Well, your answer is coming soon." Margaret looked up at Leslie and Lisa, who stood over her, staring at her woodenly, their naked bodies touching at the hips. For a split second they disappeared and Margaret's vision was taken up by two strange women kissing in a room filled with pillows. The image was only there for a split second, but then disappeared. It happened again; two different women fondling each other's breasts, then three women licking each other, then... 'Pussy.'----'Girls.' 'Desire.'----'Daughters.' 'Obedience.'----'Incest.' 'Lesbians.'----'Pleasure.' The voices pounded into her her mind as dozens of images fell upon her. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Women engaged in Sapphic lust, probing each other, sucking on each other. Women from a thousand years ago. Women from her neighborhood two weeks ago. ----'You will love pussy from now on, Miranda.' 'Your daughters are ours.'----'You are ours.' 'Serve your lust.'----'Serve your daughters.' 'Serve us forever.'---- Despite the brutality Margaret suffered at the hands of her own daughters, despite the lack of strength in her body, despite the treachery of her once-sweet kids, despite it all Margaret began to masturbate. Her fingers found her wet, stretched out cunt and pushed deep inside, her body creating new found juices she did not think she would be able to make. Leslie and Lisa were kissing again, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Margaret felt her old self withering away and her new self excited at the sight of the incestuous kiss. Her own daughters were French kissing and all she could do was beg them to do more. Cursed: Rebirth 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: Rebirth of the Idol' is the fourth story in the Cursed: Idol of Lesbos saga. Chapter 3 ------------- Robert Hitch grumbled as he left for work, frustrated as ever with his wife. It had been almost two weeks since they last had sex and the excuses were growing thin. Her lack of sexual drive was the reason why he cheated on Margaret years ago - an affair that thankfully he was able to break off before his wife ever found out. But this wasn't like it was before. Lately Margaret had been acting strangely, distracted almost. The last time they made love she closed her eyes the whole time and clearly wasn't with him mentally. What she was envisioning she wouldn't say, but whatever (or whoever) it was in her fantasy was not enough to get her off... Not with him anyhow. Robert came inside of her and watched his wife quickly disappear into the bathroom to wash up. He could have sworn he heard her in the bathroom masturbating, stifling her moans as her fingers pushed in and out of her body. After that, Margaret claimed it was her 'lady time'. It was a lie and he knew it, but she stuck to her story anyway. Then she told him she was tired, and sick, and not in the mood. Not even bringing Margaret her favorite chocolates worked. Now in his early fifties, Robert was seriously considering rekindling his affair with Tatiana from the office. She married briefly and divorced and he knew she wasn't seeing anyone right now. They could be fuck-buddies again, he reasoned. And with Margaret and the twins going off to his sister's second wedding, he would have a week to play. These were his thoughts as he drove down the neighborhood street and out onto the highway, joining the other cars in the hot July sun. It was going to be a long day at work. It was around this time that Margaret was getting dressed for the day. Lisa and Leslie, her daughters, walked into the master bedroom to find their mother sitting motionless on the end of the king sized bed wearing everything they had purchased for her. Black fishnet stockings covered her legs and terminated at her thighs. Wrapped around her thighs were dildos that strapped to her legs instead of to her crotch the way the other toys would. She also wore a dildo that strapped to her face - its appearance was almost as if the toy was protruding right from her mouth. A matching black bra held up Margaret's ample breasts with her nipples barely poking out of the top. In each hand she held a vibrator, already slicked up with lubricating jelly. They all were of course; the face-dildo dripped the clear goo onto Margaret's bare upper thigh and trickled down toward her pussy. The twins walked in bare naked holding the Idol of Lesbos between them, it's new copper form a stark contrast from the wooden vessel that held the power within before. They ogled their mother lustily, marveling at how much fun the day was going to be. Setting the idol on their father's nightstand, the twins climbed the bed and began kissing their mother on her neck and ears mirror image to each other. Margaret breathed excitedly at their touch, barely able to contain herself from worshiping their bodies. They were such perfection, her daughters! To think that she birthed such incredible beauties made her heart skip and made her want to reward them for being so sexy. They deserved as much gratification as she could give them - that's what the idol was telling her anyway. 'Worship them.'----'Pleasure them.' 'Your daughters.'----'Lesbian mistresses.' 'Pussy.'----'Submit.' 'Enjoy.'----'Provide.' 'Incestuous.'----'Perverse.' 'Delectable.'----'Orgasmic.' The twins suckled her breasts as they slowly eased down on her thigh mounted strap-ons. They moaned simultaneously and the stereo sound of their cunts hungrily devouring the lengths of the toys made Margaret shiver in delight. "Ooh, look! Mommy is nothing but a big dildo now," Leslie teased. Lisa chucked, "That's what you are there for, aren't you mommy? Are you our fuck toy mommy? Our sexy mommy-dildo?" Margaret closed her eyes, dropping the greased up toys on the bed so that she could cup her daughters' asses. Unable to speak, she nodded the dildo mounted on her face up and down in agreement. Days of twisted sexual activity with her daughters had passed and the fortyish woman still couldn't believe how crazy it had all been. After her daughters assaulted her that first day, the idol switched something on in her. Neither Lisa nor Leslie would tell her how it worked but Margaret couldn't stop thinking about woman sexually. Not that her girls gave her a chance to; they still hadn't landed jobs yet and she was a stay-at-home mom. That meant the morning and afternoon was a near constant blur of lesbianism. Her pussy was sore at first from the pummeling they gave her, but after the fifth day the pain subsided and her body grew accustomed to the new amount of activity. Lisa and Leslie seemed extraordinarily in tune with each other and with the idol, as if they communicated telepathically, at least on a small level. As they straddled her dildo equipped legs, they both bounced in synchronization, moaned in stereo, and orgasmed near simultaneously. Even when they weren't performing identical tasks, one seemed to know what the other was doing and Margaret was convinced it was the idol. There was one day when the girls left her alone for several hours and she found herself worshipping at the idol's base, masturbating to it inexplicably, the words gushing forth from it like the juices from her own pussy. "I'm a lesbian slut..." "I love pussy..." "I need to lick cunt..." She spouted the words back out, reveling in the dirty delight they made her feel. After her orgasm Margaret had a moment of clarity where she tried to speak to the idol, to ask it what it wanted, how it worked. No answer came back to her though. As she stroked its form however she was shocked by the electrical power that came from it and found herself rubbing her cunt all over again. It was then that her daughter's returned with two teenage girls and the four of them were gawking at her as she uncontrollably masturbated. "Mom," Lisa sang out, "We have some guests for you to attend to." She recognized the girls from the neighborhood but didn't know their names. One was no more than a year older than the other and they were probably sisters or cousins. Pretty, young, perky breasts; Margaret felt a guilty pleasure stirring in her as she contemplated what her daughters had planned. "You do it with your mom too?" the younger one asked in surprise. Leslie nodded, "Don't be so surprised, Megan." Lisa added, "In fact, why don't we show you?" And so every day went like that, where Margaret's twins would use her as an example, or pleasure a soccer mom they picked up along the way, or simply fuck her silly while Robert was at work. As for her husband, Margaret was convinced he knew something was up. They had had intimacy problems in the past, but nothing ever like this. She tried at first to accommodate him, but the Idol of Lesbos had ruined heterosexual intercourse for her. It was as much an anathema to her as lesbian sex was before her transformation. Robert's penis was not only a vulgar thing to her but it couldn't even provide her pleasure through its size. The strap-ons her daughters used on her were thicker, longer, harder, and they never went soft. The women and girls Leslie and Lisa brought home were insatiable, addicted to pussy, and tired only after hours of mind blowing orgasms. Sex with her husband was a hollow feeling and an empty memory, a mistake she made where the only consolation was the birth of her gorgeous daughters. Her owners. Her mistresses. Her teachers. Leslie was grabbing her hair now, bouncing her hips downward as she forcefully fucked the dildo on her mother's mouth. The black toy split her daughter's pussy open and Margaret delighted in watching Leslie's cunt wrap around it close up. Her scent was strong and her pussy juice was dripping down the length of the toy and all over her face. Lisa was snaking her tongue up Margaret's pussy, driving her mother mad with the expertly movements inside her. Lisa's cunt was being fingered by her sister as the twisted trio pulsed with lust. They were both on the verge of orgasming again and this time Margaret felt the wave too. It was more than just physical – it was spiritual, a harnessing of their sexual energies that exploded together. Leslie fell off the toy and back onto the bed. Lisa rolled over moaning. Margaret glanced quickly at the clock that read 10:45am, happy to know so much of the day remain ahead of them. She dove forward in between Lisa's legs and shoved her face-strap dildo into Lisa's exposed hole, satisfied that she was doing her duty. "Oooh, mommy..." Lisa moaned. ** ** A few days after 4th of July, the twins waved goodbye to their dad from the backseat of their mom's SUV. Margaret watched Robert disappear in the rear view mirror as they began their four hour drive to Margaret's sister's house the next State over. Charlotte was getting remarried and Margaret was going to be her maid of honor... Again. After one failed marriage and a string of terrible relationships, Margaret's 'little' sister was trying again at forty years old, her new boyfriend in his mid-fifties and reasonably wealthy. The twins were dressed identically in black short-shorts and tank tops that read "Sisters Do It Better". Their dad ignorantly thought they were merely bonding, not realizing how deep and twisted their relationship truly was. The Idol of Lesbos was securely hidden in their suitcase in the trunk. Margaret glanced back at them, "Well, your aunt Charlotte is very excited about us coming up for her wedding." Leslie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, her second wedding." Lisa added in, "And this guy seems like an even bigger loser than the last one." "Yeah, it was a relief to get rid of 'Hey, just call me Uncle Mack.'"Leslie mocked her old uncle who would ogle them when they were younger. Nothing ever happened but clearly the guy was a crime waiting to happen. Margaret shook her head, "Bradley is very sweet. He makes Charlotte very happy." Leslie grinned, "Not as happy as we can make her." "Girls, promise you won't cause any problems." Lisa put on an innocent face, "We promise to be polite." Margaret frowned, "You know what I mean. We can't let them know what we've been doing." Leslie looked over at her sister and eyed her body. She answered her mother, "Don't worry, mom. We'll keep each other occupied." The sisters begin rubbing each others crotches over their shorts. Margaret bit her lip as she glimpsed her daughters touching each other in the backseat. The drive would be a long one indeed. ** ** The house was tucked away off the road, tufts of palm trees springing out from the ground in three different places. Two stories high and immaculately detailed, the multi-window front simply oozed a feeling of wealth. It had been eight months since Margaret had been out to see her younger sister Charlotte, and the last visit was at Charlotte's house. At forty-two years old, Charlotte was four and half years her junior and their dad's last attempt at a boy. Auburn hair, five foot four, and a trim fit body, Charlotte looked very much like Margaret did before the twins her born. Charlotte had been the wild child when they were growing up and that continued somewhat into adulthood. She bounced from boyfriend to boyfriend for years before finally marrying at thirty-five. Michael 'Mack' Stanislowski was a tattooed bad boy from down south that was nothing but trouble. The family joked that she married down both in character and surname. He cheated on Charlotte on her fortieth birthday and saddled her with a mortgage and thousands in credit card bills. Then Brad showed up in her life six month ago. Nobody from the family met him yet, but he was supposedly rich and sweet and encouraging and everything Mack wasn't. The whirlwind relationship was still in full gale winds as Charlotte moved into Brad's house and prepared for their wedding. While most of the family was reticent to believe it was all sunshine and roses, Margaret was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Stepping out of SUV, Margaret opened the door to a blast of humid summer air. The front door of the house swung open and Charlotte appeared in the doorway with her arms raised and wide smile. "Sissy!!" Charlotte screeched. "Hi, Char!" Margaret called back, so happy to see her sister. She struggled to keep her eyes from scanning her little sister's tight body and slim legs. It was so strange for Margaret to see her sister with 'new eyes', viewing this woman who had been part of her life forever as sexual creature, as a desired trophy, an attractive woman and potential lover. This was her sister! Being away from the idol and the twins helped considerably, but the reprogramming the idol had done to her was so pervasive that it took incredible effort to hold back her lesbian lust. They hugged on the porch and Margaret forced her hands up onto Charlotte's waist instead of down on her ass where they wanted to be. "I'm so glad you made it," the forty-two year old smiled, "What took you so long, though? You were supposed to be here hours ago." "Oh, the girls wanted to stop and stretch at the rest-stops along the way," Margaret lied. They did have to pull over, but it was only when watching her daughters in the backseat finger fucking each other grew too much to bear. She pulled the SUV off the highway three times to climb in the back with Leslie and Lisa, giving into the temptation. Charlotte put on her fake frowny face, "Oh, it's such a long drive. I understand. So where are the twins?" "Their back at the hotel," she lied again. "They wanted to take a nap." Leslie and Lisa weren't sleeping. Margaret wasn't sure how much sleep her daughters had since they found the idol, but it wasn't much. The two were insatiable, spending more time in a 69-position than they spent doing anything else. Perhaps corrupting the women in the neighborhood was a close second place, but sleep was not a top two item. The last thing she saw in the hotel room was Leslie's back as she groaned on top of her sister, their mouths practically glued to each other's' pussies. Charlotte showed her older sister around Brad's house, bragging about how he had let her put her own touches on the décor. They finally settled in the living room with some lemonade and a bowl of fresh strawberries. "So thanks for being my maid of honor." Margaret responded, "Oh don't worry about it, why wouldn't I?""Oh, I don't know."Margaret put her hand on Charlotte's knee, "You're my little sister - of course I'm so proud of you finding the right guy." Inside she was fuming from having to say the words. She wasn't proud at all. She wanted Charlotte on her knees, a strawberry in her mouth, gliding the piece of fruit over her now-shaved cunt lips."You're the best big sister in the world.""Don't you know it."There had been sounds from down the hall, and as they drew nearer, Margaret realized it was a shouting match between a man and a woman. A girl, actually. Brad finally appeared with a young blonde girl close behind. Brad was in his early fifties, bald with chiseled features, thin build that screamed office worker. Actually he was a VP for an industrial firm and still managed to bring home a sizeable amount of money after paying his ex-wife per the divorce settlement. The teenager was on the slender side, nice tits, and a bubble butt. Her face was pretty but it screamed 'bitch' all over. "This is so stupid. I don't know why I can't go to my mom's."Brad turned around and put up his hand, "Because your mother is in the Bahamas spending her alimony check with her new boyfriend.""I'm old enough to take care of myself.""Don't you want to be there at my wedding?"Cindy looked at Charlotte, her new step-mother to be and snarled, "Not really." Charlotte was trying to look unfazed and stood up courteously, "Cindy, let me introduce you to my sister Margaret."Cindy stopped in her tracks, unimpressed and barely glancing at Margaret, "Oh, charmed. I would love to stay and chat but I need to go somewhere not here." With that she walked out of the room and back down the hall where she came from. There was the sound of feet pounding on stairs and the inevitable door slam.Charlotte had her hand up to her temple like she was nursing a headache, then remembered her sister and fiancé were standing there quietly. "So this is Brad..."Margaret tried to ignore the drama and continued with the façade, "Nice to finally see you in person, Brad. We spoke on the phone for months but never had a chance to really meet till now."The three chatted for over an hour, with Margaret struggling to keep her eyes from undressing her own sister. The incestuous fantasies were building incrementally as Margaret constructed a half dozen scenarios in which she would be licking Charlotte's sweet mound. She couldn't admit to herself that the perverted things her own daughters were doing had wormed their way into her desires as well. The idol was responsible for it all ultimately. But despite the unwavering force the magical statue placed on her daughters, Margaret could help but wonder if her 'initiation' had been slightly influenced by the free will of Leslie and Lisa. They knew there would be no repercussions to their attack on her, they knew the idol would ultimately bend her to their will. Could it be that the idea to lesbian-rape her for hours had been their decision? Where did the idol begin and the woman end? These were mysteries she may never understand, but Margaret's panties were soaked just thinking about what her daughters did to her that first morning, and how every perverted experience since then had been a longing attempt to achieve those nasty orgasms again. Was it the idol warping her mind or was it some dark desire to be thoroughly taken that caused her to climax so hard? Once again, the same question with no answer. ** ** The following day, Margaret and the twins left the hotel around noon to get a good lunch before the day of wedding dresses and last minute party arrangements began in earnest. As the three stepped into the elevator, Liliana Ramirez pushed her cleaning cart to room 315 and slid her access card into the key slot. The door opened to the suite and the thirty year old Hispanic woman grabbed her bucket to start work on the bathroom. Having cleaned rooms a thousand times before, she paid little attention to the items on the counter and never noticed the toy cleaning sprayer that was mixed in with the hair products and make-up kits. Liliana made her way into the room with double beds and found neither of them slept in at all. Nobody had even lay on the covers and not a wrinkle anywhere in the fabric. That was a bit curious for the brown-skinned woman, but not nearly as strange as the suite area. The coffee table had been pushed off to the side for no apparent reason and a clear sticky goo was puddled up on one of the sofa cushions. The goo dissolved in an instant with a wet wash cloth and Liliana cleaned it up readily to the point where all that was left was a water stain. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 03 The master bedroom was wrecked with the sheets completely separated from the blanket. The fitted sheets were pulled from the corners and there were wet spots all over the bedding. The room stank of sex and Liliana felt mildly embarrassed at being in there at all. A jumbo sized bottle of 'X-Sight' personal lubricant had fallen between the bed and the night stand, and when she started to make the bed a long fleshy double-headed dildo rolled out from the blanket. The woman had seen plenty of things in hotel rooms, but never anything so blatantly left out to be found. Guests usually did their best to hide these items in their luggage. She switched gloves and picked up the dildo gingerly, holding it out at arm's length while she poked around for a suitcase to stash it in. The closest one to the bed was half-way unzipped and Liliana lifted the top with her other hand. Inside she discovered dozens of sex toys of varying size and color. These weren't new toys like the ones from the sex shops but used ones, many of them still had a glistening coat of female juices and lubricant clinging to their surfaces. Liliana dropped the toy inside and tried zipping it shut, only to find the suitcase was too full. The minutes were ticking by and the awkwardness of the situation was getting worse. She took the toy back out and opened the closet, hoping to find another suitcase to stash it in. She found just the right carrying case: a blue bag with a velvet lining and a single item in it. The statuette looked like a nude woman and Liliana figured it was as good a place to put the dildo as any. She rested the toy at the bottom of the bag, her wrist just barely brushing against the idol as she withdrew. 'Chicas.'---- 'Girls.' 'Culos.'----'Asses.' 'Pechos.'----'Breasts.' 'Lamerlo.'----'Licking.' The words were like a pile driver, smashing into her skull and wedging themselves into her being. She saw glimpses of that very room in which she stood, but they were from last night and involved three women touching and licking and playing. The sensation was over in an instant, but the residual excitement made Liliana tremble. What had just happened? She took off the latex glove and touched the idol again, this time gripping its warming metal gently... Maria Nunez was working down the corridor of the third floor on the opposite side from where her aunt Liliana was cleaning. Twenty-one years old and a part-time college student, Liliana got Maria the job at the hotel so that her niece could help make her tuition bills. Nine months in and she was getting pretty used to the hours and the rigmarole. Now on a typical day Aunt Liliana was more than half-way done and cleaning her rooms by the time Liliana got to the elevator, but on this occasion she took notice of her aunt's cleaning cart still way down the hall. Maria left her own cart behind and made her way up to room 315 and the door held ajar by the security lock. "Titi?" Maria called out, pushing the door open. As soon as the pretty young woman did, she heard the sounds of the television from the master bedroom, music and intermittent moans. "Tia?" Maria called for her aunt again. She was walking slowly now, concerned that she had walked into something she should not have. As she rounded the corner she looked in at the master bed and found her aunt with her pants around her ankles lying on the bed. Tucked under one arm was a metal statue of some type while her other hand tightly gripped a brightly colored vibrator. She was rubbing it over her mound, her curly pubic hair slick and plastered with her own moistness. Her eyes were glued to the television where a pornographic show displayed two women playing with each other's breasts. Maria cried out, "Liliana! Que estas haciendo?" "Ayudame!" Liliana begged her niece for help. She had tried to hold out for so long. She had tried to stop the pictures from crushing her will. Somehow this evil statue had taken control of her body and not allowed her grip to relax on the copper form. It forced her to turn on the porn show, to select the lesbian category, to watch it while playing with the hotel guest's sex toys. She couldn't stop and was terrified of somebody catching her, but knew that she was helpless to stop on her own. Liliana needed her job and couldn't afford to be caught in such a manner, not to mention the same she would feel at going home to her kids and her husband and having to explain why she got fired. Maria slapped her aunt's leg and begged for her to stop, "Basta!" "No puede! Ooooh, no puede! Lleva la estatua!" Liliana cried out for her niece to take the statue from her, to free her. She was unaware the Idol of Lesbos had already possessed her and she was condemning her niece to the same fate with her cry of help. Maria instinctively reached out and grabbed the statue, yanking it forward. Liliana's hand held the metal torso fast. Liliana continued to beg her niece to take the item but seemed incapable of letting it go – they struggled in a tug-o-war over the idol and Maria fought to stay upright. She planted her foot against the bed, trying to leverage herself to... 'Lesbianas.'----'Lesbians.' 'Bonitas.'----'Beautiful.' 'Tetas.'----'Tits.' The words were sticky sweet and dripping over her consciousness, coating it in its infectious deliciousness. Both women still held tightly to the idol but the tension relaxed considerably. Liliana looked up at her youthful niece shaking and gasping, realizing how beautiful she was, how desirable she was. The video on the screen featured two dazzlingly beautiful women pleasuring each other, but at this moment Liliana couldn't take her eyes from her own niece whose free hand was under her shirt and caressing her breasts. 'B- b- besame!" Liliana sputtered, asking her niece to kiss her. Maria practically fell on her aunt and their lips locked tightly. The statue finally fell from their hands, but their embrace of each other was just as tight. Buttons popped off and pants ripped as the niece and aunt peeled each other like bananas. Maria was rolled onto her back as Liliana rubbed her large breasts over her face, the softness of her mounds was like clouds of womanly caresses. As if by instinct, she wrapped her young lips around one of the nipples and suckled on it, enjoying the saltiness of her sweaty cleavage as it rolled onto her tongue. It was an amazing sensation, knowing that another woman was touching her. The opening of her mind led to Maria willingly opening her legs, grasping her aunt's hand, and pushing it down to her clit. Liliana paused for just a moment, the fading voice of reason deep within her telling her that this was wrong, that this was her niece, that this was their place of employment, that this was wrong on every level. But her fingers touching the hardening clit of her sister's daughter was too much to ignore and too tempting to not rub. "Mas, titi!" she cried to her aunt. And Liliana seemed to know exactly what to do. It was as if the idol she found in the room not only bestowed the desire to pleasure other women but the knowledge as well. The experiences of ten thousand women shoved into her mind all at once; every thought, every feeling, every depraved fantasy. Maria was no longer the niece that she needed to watch over and protect – she was the lithe delicious slut that needed to be tasted and played with. It was wrong to have such incestuous thoughts about her, but Liliana wanted to feel wrong, to feel naughty, to feel that heavy dirty feeling in her loins. Liliana kissed her way down Maria's body and to the prize that waited at the corner of two sexy slender legs. Parting her pussy lips, she flicked her tongue across the young clit and became instantly hooked on the taste of pussy. Licking and fingering and touching and squeezing. The two were inseparable, lost in a world where only their Sapphic lusts mattered. But their absence was enough to be noticed by their supervisor who, unfortunately for them, was a man. ** ** Margaret was ready to get back into the hotel suite. Her daughters had mercilessly teased her all throughout lunch, discreetly rubbing her pussy under the table with their hands and feet, making subtle references to the things they were going to do to her body later on. She was convinced at this point that there was no reason to wear panties because she had soaked through yet another pair. Walking toward the lobby entrance, the Hitches heard the shouting match they initially noticed in the parking lot grow louder and louder. As they got to the main door, they saw two Hispanic women –one in her early twenties- dressed in hotel uniforms standing on the curb while a hotel manager disparaged them relentlessly. "I told you to leave, now! Take your bag, take your dyke niece, and get out of here before I call the police!" he bellowed, tossing an oversized purse at the woman in her thirties. The younger woman was crying, saying something about needing her job, but the other cleaning woman was pulling her arm to get her to leave. Margaret, Lisa, and Leslie walked slowly past, staring at the manager as they went. Once he realized a customer was near, he changed his tone and tried to put on a calm tone. "Sorry, ladies. We just had to get rid of two employees who were acting, uhh, inappropriately when they should have been working." "Sorry to hear that," Leslie responded. The trio walked into the elevator and Margaret waited for the doors to close before saying anything, "Girls, you promised you were going to behave!" Lisa shrugged her shoulders, "Mom, it wasn't me! I swear." Leslie frowned, "Don't look at me. Lisa and I were alone in the room yesterday, honestly." "Girls, those women just lost their jobs and I don't think it is a coincidence that he was calling them a 'dyke'. It sounds like they were... You know..." Once they got to the room, Margaret figured out what happened. The video was still playing in the background and the sex toys were strewn everywhere. A cleaning bucket was left in the bathroom unused. "See? I told you we didn't do anything wrong, mom!" Lisa huffed. Leslie added, "Yeah, they just came in here and found the idol and - you know how that tends to have an effect on women." Lisa ran her hands along her mother's back and downward to cup her ass through her summer dress, "Yeah, mommy. You know what kind of effect that can have on a woman." Leslie started walking around her mother, touching her, caressing her while Lisa reached underneath to slide her fingers along her mother's wet pussy lips. "You like that, don't you mommy?" "You're such a pervert, mom," Leslie added, "Having your daughters get you off." "Has daddy figured out that you don't like cock anymore?" "Yeah, that his wife has become a pussy licker?" "Ooh, mom's pussy is already so wet. Let's play with her some more." Even if she could stop, Margaret wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. She was so far gone, addicted to the naughty feeling that would build in her belly when her daughters played with her. She ached to taste their sweet cunts on her mouth, to feel their bald pussies rubbing against her face, to relish every exquisite forbidden orgasm they could generate. Margaret melted in their hands as they slid onto the bed where Liliana and Maria were just minutes before. Leslie climbed over her and straddled her face to reveal that she was without panties under her skirt. Margaret slipped her tongue upward to meet her daughter's cunt lips, relishing the sweetness it left on her taste buds. Although she couldn't see her, she felt Lisa doing the same to her own pussy while sliding her thin fingers up inside. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 04 Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the adult industry. Enjoy a trip into my fantasy world! ------------ Aunt Charlotte asked them to be at the house by 2pm and it was already 3:30pm by the time they arrived. The incestuous trio had difficulties unlatching from each other, but once they did Margaret told her daughters they couldn't leave the idol behind again. "I just feel so bad those women lost their jobs," she pouted. "We've got to clean this place up and take the idol with us." Lisa and Leslie smiled and agreed, their minds already working ahead to their next conquest, steered by the insatiable idol to an end wholly built of decadence. Perhaps it was the time under its influence, but neither Lisa nor Leslie felt anything but titillating joy at the news of the hotel cleaners. To them, the women were liberated, set free to explore a new world with a gifted insatiable appetite. They knew that those women most likely licked each other for hours after getting fired and might not have even left the parking lot before getting each other off. Margaret and Charlotte were making last minute arrangements with the florist before they went to the rehearsal dinner. The next day Aunt Charlotte would pick up her dress and then have her bachelorette party. And then finally the wedding would be upon them! The details were slowly tidying up, but one person seemed less than eager to see matters go smoothly. Cindy was unhappy about her father remarrying and her attitude did not improve with the inevitability of the event. Responses to invitations had come up missing, phone messages not passed on, and even the flower arrangements had been modified by somebody calling in; this warranted a personal visit to the florist to make sure nothing else went wrong. Charlotte knew it was Cindy, but couldn't prove it. Bradley couldn't believe his daughter would stoop that low, but promised that he'd get Cindy's cooperation -- a promise he couldn't realistically deliver. The last thing Charlotte wanted to do was leave Cindy alone in the house, and the arrival of the twins meant that somebody would be there to keep a close eye on the saboteur. Charlotte hugged both her nieces and gushed over how beautiful they had become. Lisa and Leslie controlled themselves, behaving themselves as they secretly eyed their aunt's curves. She was a younger version of their mother and both wondered if her cunt would taste as good as mommy's did. Time did not allow for them to find out, however, and after a quick introduction to Cindy Charlotte and Margaret were out the door. Cindy waited just long enough for the door to close before walking away, leaving Leslie and Lisa in the living room. They waited for the sounds of Aunt Charlotte's car to fade into the distance before Leslie grabbed the gift bag and walked down the hallway, Lisa close behind her. The door to Cindy's room was slightly ajar and the twenty year old girl. Redheaded and freckled, Cindy Fontaine was what most guys would call 'cute'; small breasts, trim waist, nice butt, bob hairstyle, and fair skin that was so out of place when compared against her sun worshipping stepmother-to-be. But there was nothing but ugliness plastered all over her face, her utter disdain for Charlotte and her family was obvious to all who were exposed to it. "Cindy," Lisa knocked, "Can we come in?" "I'd prefer if you didn't," Cindy responded uncaringly. Lisa walked into the room anyway to an exasperated sigh. Leslie followed and the two stood side by side at the opening to the large bedroom. A forty-inch flat screen adorned the wall and a skylight poured filtered light across the oak wood floors. Cindy was lying back in a wicker chair that was bent into a half dome shape. She looked up at the two girls who dared invade her inner sanctum. "Well," Cindy asked snottily, "What do you want? Or are you just planning on standing there like a couple of zombies?" "We just wanted to get to know you," Lisa responded. Leslie broke in, "So Cindy... Tell us about yourself." Cindy went back to reading her friend's post on her smart phone. "Do I have to?" she asked sarcastically. "Why are you mad at us? We're just trying to be friendly." Cindy slapped her phone down on her thigh just above her shorts, "I don't even know why you didn't just leave with the rest of your family." Lisa stepped forward, "Because we wanted to meet you. We're going to be your family after the wedding." Cindy made an exaggerated smile and did her bimbo valley girl impression, "Yeah, that will be just sooo awesome! You can be my new cousins and we can paint our nails and talk about boys and share make-up... Except that's not going to happen. Listen, my dumbass father is marrying your dumbass aunt and I can't do anything about it, but I don't have to like you and you can't make me." She went back to reading her phone, ignoring the twins. There was a long pause before Cindy looked up again, "Why are you still here? Go make yourself at home, in a different room." Leslie and Lisa stood unmoving, "Hey we got you a present... Do you want it?" "No, not really." She paused when she looked over at the gift bag. It was sizeable and her curiosity was getting the best of her. "Fine, I'll look at your dumb present." Lisa set the bag on Cindy's lap and the weight surprised her. Whatever it was it was heavy -- certainly not something you would typically put in a gift bag. Cindy reached her hands into the pink tissue and wrapped her fingers around something warm and metallic, and - 'Wicked pleasure is yours, Cindy.' ---- 'Lesbian pleasure.' 'Feel them inside.' ---- 'Feel them building.' 'You want it.' ---- 'You need it.' 'You'll beg for it.' ---- 'Over and over again.' 'Pussy is everything.' ---- 'Pleasure is everything.' 'Give in.' ---- 'Give over to it.' Cindy couldn't understand why her hand was rubbing her mound over the top of her shorts, why her knees were opened wide, and why she had no control over any of it. "Are you sure we can't make you like us, Cindy?" Lisa grinned wickedly. Leslie assured Cindy with her finger stroking her arm, "Well guess what, Cindy? You are about to love us." Cindy writhed on the chair, the compulsion to pleasure herself greater than she had ever felt. To say that she felt 'horny' was like calling the ocean a sip of water. She needed sex... Lesbian sex. And she didn't care who knew it. Hell, her father could walk in right now and she would still dive down and lick that bald pussy that Leslie (or was it Lisa?) was showing her. They were all naked now, their skin bare for the world to see. The statue was resting against her body in the chair, heat emanating from within its structure. The twin she thought was Lisa was holding Cindy's hands over her head while Leslie got on her knees and exhaled slowly right over her pussy. The hot breath from the girl she barely knew made her wiggle uncontrollably and if it wasn't for her arms being restrained Cindy would have grabbed a hold of that long dark hair and drove her mouth right into her mound. "P-please! Lick me!" Cindy cried. "Are you sure you want me to lick your little pussy?" Leslie teased. "Fuck! Yes!" Cindy spread her legs as far as they would stretch, an open invitation for any woman who would take it. "Do it!" "Beg for it, slut. Beg me," Leslie ordered. Her mouth a mere inch from Cindy's throbbing clit. Cindy couldn't stand it. She would say anything -- do anything to have Leslie tonguing her. "PLEASE! Lick me, please! I'm going to die if you don't so please just lick my cunt! Pleeeeease!" Lisa nodded to Leslie with a grin and Leslie barely flicked the tip of her tongue over Cindy's clit. She responded by thrusting her hips as far forward as she could, her limited mobility only serving to frustrate her even more. Leslie gave her one really good lick all the way along the length of Cindy's pussy lips and again withdrew. "Ooohh," Cindy moaned. "Why are you stopping? Please... More! I need more!" Lisa spoke from above her, her grip on Cindy's wrists firm as ever, "First tell us what you are now. Tell us what you crave." Cindy blurted out anything she could think of, every nasty word the idol was feeding her, "I'm a lesbian. Yes! I'm a lesbian now! A fucking dyke! Please lick me! I need it, I need my lesbian pussy licked now!" Leslie licked Cindy as a matter of reward every time she spoke, and soon Cindy was screaming out a long twisted chain of vulgarities that satisfied the twins thoroughly. "Yes! More! I'm a dyke! A fucking queer girl! Your lesbian slut! I swear, I'll lick your pussy every day... I need it now. I'm your slave forever, I promise! Ooooh, I need cunt! I'm a cuntlicker! A dirty fucking cuntlicker who will never touch a man again. Only girls make me --ooooh!- happy. More! More! Make me your little queer bitch! Please! MORE! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Cindy's first orgasm from a woman quaked her body and made her eyes roll back. Leslie never stopped licking her though -- instead she latched onto her clit with her lips and continued to suck on it and massage it with her tongue. The orgasm continued and Cindy gasped for air, her whole room spinning from a lack of perspective, her nervous system overloaded as Leslie overstimulated her for... How long? Minutes? Days? Cindy was vaguely aware that she was babbling incoherently, unable to even ask to be let go or to have Leslie stop. The room grew dim as the fair skinned girl lost consciousness. 'Obey them.' ---- 'Obey us.' 'Obey your lust.' ---- 'Nothing else matters, Cindy.' 'You need lesbian sex.' ---- 'Pussy is everything.' 'Obey.' Cindy awoke on her father's bed, completely nude still, but the twins were on either side of her. Leslie was fingering Cindy's clit while Lisa fondled her breasts. "Wha- what happened?" Lisa smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Hi sleepy head, you're awake! You passed out from my sister licking you. I bet you liked that didn't you?" "I lo- lo- ooooooh! -loved it!" Cindy was sputtering already from the stimulation. "I need more. It's sooo good.... Soooo sexy...." "Are you sure you want us to keep playing with you?" Leslie queried. "Your dad might come home, catch you on his bed having sex with two girls. What would he think about his little angel then?" "Oooooh, I don't care... I don't care if he sees me... I don't --oooooooh!- don't care if anybody sees me. I need it!" Cindy's transformation was quicker than most girls, for reasons the even the twins did not understand. Not that they were unhappy with her change, but the idol had plans for their new conquest and it was important to focus Cindy's raw energy into the purpose the Idol of Lesbos selected. Lisa sucked on Cindy's tits, driving the girl mad with sexual satisfaction. Soft hands everywhere. Touching, caressing, rubbing. The redhead gasped again and then wailed as her second lesbian orgasm stimulated every last nerve ending in her body. Lisa waited for Cindy to come down from her high before instructing her, "So, bad girl... I know you don't care if anyone knows, but it is important you keep this a secret. For now." Cindy looked up at her new mistresses, "I'll do anything you ask. Just tell me what you want me to do." ** Charlotte wasn't sure what was going on, but she wasn't about to complain. As she and Margaret walked back into Brad's house, she found Cindy sitting in the living room with Lisa and Leslie. The three were acting like they had known each other for years. Cindy had out one of her scrapbooking projects and was showing off pictures from college. "This is my sorority house from the inside," Cindy pointed at the page, "We spent a week painting it and decorating it." "Wow, that's so pretty!" Lisa exclaimed. She looked up when Charlotte walked in and waved, "Hi! How did everything go?" Charlotte was sure Cindy had good moods, but she had honestly never seen her in one. Now she wasn't just smiling; Cindy was absolutely beaming. She squinted her eyes and walked slowly over to the trio sitting together, "Everything went fine... What are you three up to?" Cindy looked at Leslie and then back at Charlotte, "Oh, nothing much. Just showing off some pictures. I'm glad everything got worked out with the florist, Charlotte." "Thanks," she responded slowly. Something was wrong. She knew it. This redheaded nightmare of a girl had changed her tune in a matter of a few hours, but to what end she didn't know. Surely if Cindy was up to no good her nieces would say something. The rest of the afternoon went seamlessly, and even Brad commented later that night how strangely polite his daughter had behaved. Finally, he acknowledged her bad behavior after changing it. Maybe he truly didn't see what a witch his daughter was? Or maybe he was in denial? But the contrast certainly illustrated that Cindy had been miserable up until then. Charlotte went to sleep troubled, her mind unable to wrap itself around what was happening. ** Picking up the dress the next day took longer than expected. The store manager was distracted by inventory checks and one of the sales women commented how the district manager was there as well. Charlotte had dealt with the store manager personally in the past and was now relegated to trying on the dress with one of her employees. Margaret managed to keep things focused, however and the final alterations were so incredibly minor that they took care of them within an hour. Leslie and Lisa disappeared for a spell, only to reappear coming out of the back of the store walking with the district manager. They shook hands and the manager gushed over them, telling them how delighted she was to have met them. "What was that all about?" Charlotte asked. Lisa and Leslie grinned and looked at each other, then turned to their aunt. Leslie spoke, "Well, we hadn't gotten jobs for the summer yet and Mrs. Hunsacker offered to talk to some people in the chain and get us jobs for the summer up in our town." "Wow," Charlotte raised her eyebrows, "you must have made quite the impression. I'm surprised that they would hire you knowing that you'll be going off to college in less than two months." "My girls can be quite influential," Margaret jumped in, shaking her head subtly at them. She stifled her grin, knowing that her daughters had once again corrupted a married woman and bent her to their will. Whether they had changed Mrs. Hunsacker only slightly or twisted her into a pussy eating maniac Margaret may never know. "I can see," Charlotte said. "My nieces are truly impressive..." she meant it, but this was yet another strange occurrence that revolved around the twins. The conversation in the car switched to the bachelorette party and how they were going to work things out. Margaret had met with her friend Vivian last night in private to go over the details of the party. Vivian was another divorcee and Charlotte's best friend; since she was local she was planning the whole party from the beginning, but had kept the details quiet. It was supposed to be a surprise, after all. Margaret wanted to share some ideas about the party and so they arranged for Vivian to stop by the hotel and meet with Charlotte's sister. Since yesterday, Vivian hadn't answered any text messages and Margaret had been extremely tight lipped about the whole party. It was driving Charlotte nuts. "Can you at least tell me where we are going to have it?" she begged. "Nope," Margaret smiled. "Fine. Don't tell me." She turned around to look at the twins and Cindy in the back seat. "So girls, what are you three going to do tonight while we're out partying?" Cindy shrugged her shoulders, "Uhh, Margaret said we were going to the party too. I hope that's okay." "Oh. Okay. Well that's interesting. And... Margaret, you are okay with all of them coming to the party?" Margaret smiled, "Oh, I couldn't uninvited them if I wanted to." Margaret dropped off her sister at Brad's place, her eyes fixed on her ass as she walked up the steps into the house with the wedding dress box carefully balanced in her arms. She helped Charlotte get the last of the details in place while Cindy drove off with Leslie and Lisa. Deep inside there was a small conflict, knowing that she was leading her baby sister into a trap, but after spending the last several days eying Charlotte's body, she had to help her daughters. They promised that the wedding would still go ahead as planned, but that the bachelorette party would be their fondest memory. Margaret didn't doubt it. After Leslie and Lisa used the idol on Vivian, the four of them became so loud that a complaint was called to the front desk. The hotel's night manager called and asked that they be more discreet, but it didn't stop their activities. By 8 o'clock at night the morning, Vivian was putty in their hands. By midnight the plan was hatched and the bachelorette party planned out. By 2 o'clock the foursome realized they had to call it a night or there would be no energy left in their bodies to continue the next day. Vivian walked out of the hotel stumbling like a drunk even though she hadn't had a single drink. The summer sun was still bright that early evening, sinking very slowly toward the horizon. Leslie, Lisa, and Cindy made a quick pit stop at the hotel to get their 'special' suitcases. They resisted the urge to have another rendezvous, knowing that the night would be well worth the sacrifice. Their next stop: Vivian Shumaker's house to help decorate for the party. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 05 Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual encounters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the adult industry. Enjoy a trip into my fantasy world! ------------ Chapter 5 Charlotte Hitch's wedding was less than twenty-four hours away, but the only thing on the minds of her nieces Leslie and Lisa was the bachelorette party. The two sisters had converted over a dozen women ranging from middle-aged neighbors to teenage schoolmates, each one being an exercise in how perverse they could be. Truly their greatest use of the Idol of Lesbos was on their own mother in turning her into their incestuous slave, but not before sadistically lesbian raping her for hours. The twins relished every moment, violating their mom with tongues and toys, her tears mixing with their pussy juices as they rode her face. Only after they had thoroughly ravished their mom did they convert her with the idol, wiping all consequence away and opening up a new chapter for their sexual exploits. But this bachelorette party was certainly going to trump that yummy afternoon – they were certain of it. Vivian Shumaker was a forty-eight year old divorced mother of two grown sons and Aunt Charlotte's best friend in the world. Tall, busty, nice hips, dyed blonde hair and brown eyes, 'Viv' as she preferred met Leslie, Lisa, and Margaret only yesterday. She went to their hotel under the pretense that they were wanting to make a few last minute changes to the bachelorette party. At first Viv was a bit concerned that it was too late to make any modifications; the stripper had been ordered, the novelty sex toys and chocolates in the shapes of penises already purchased, the alcohol already stocked in the living room bar her ex-husband built. At the same time this was her best friend's sister, and she wanted Charlotte to feel unstressed – if that meant including Margaret in the plans then so be it. Of course, all of that changed when Charlotte's niece Lisa thrust the statue of the naked girl into her hands. Vivian barely had any time to even look at the thing when it began worming its way into her soul. She was no prude and had fooled around with other women a few times, mostly when she and her husband were still married and experimenting with the swinging scene. The experiences were fun but Vivian always felt comfortable going back to men. "I love cock too much" she would reassure her then-husband. But once the Idol of Lesbos touched her, she felt a change overcome her. The power coursed through her mind and flipped all of her switches. Women were preferred now – Vivian still couldn't get over how comfortable she was with the change! Perhaps she was a lesbian after all? One of those women that just needed a little shove in the right (or wrong) direction to get her to go gay? Well, this was more than a little shove – it was being hurled off the cliff. The eighteen year old High school graduates that undressed her that night and initiated her made sure that her path to lesbianism was kicked off right. And sex with Margaret only helped Viv conjure up images of Charlotte and the fun they could have together, if it weren't for the wedding... The evening with the three other women was the kinkiest night Vivian Shumaker ever had; the orgasms the most satisfying. She was thoroughly disappointed when Leslie and Lisa told her that they wanted to take a break in order to modify the plans for the bachelorette party. That was, of course, until they told her what they wanted to do. Once their ideas were laid out, Viv was incredibly excited to make the few changes they wanted. She was on her phone within minutes... The first call went to the stripper service, "Hi... I was just checking on the stripper for tomorrow... Vivian Shumaker... No, I ordered a female stripper... No, I'm positive... There must have been a mistake... Not a problem... Yes, a brunette would be fine... We need her there a little earlier too... About seven-ish?" The second call went to her son's new wife Andrea, "Hi sweetie, it's your mother. No, no, I was actually calling for you. You know how we've got the wedding in two days for my friend Charlotte... Well, I was wondering if you could come over tomorrow night and help out with a few last minute items... It won't take very long... Oh, you are such a lovely girl... I'm so glad my son married you!..." The rest of the changes they discussed in the hotel room in between licks and moans, and each new idea aroused the foursome that much more. She watched the twins sixty-nine with each other while Margaret rode her hard with a thick strap-on. She didn't know how long the three of them were lesbians but one thing was for certain and that was they each seemed to know exactly what she liked. Vivian liked to get fucked and Margaret pounded her with the phallus till she was dizzy. She barely made it out of the hotel! The next day (an hour before the party), Leslie, Lisa, and Cindy showed up at Viv's front door. She was surprised to see Cindy there since Charlotte had called her the 'devil's spawn' since she started dating Bradley, but the twins convinced her that she was a changed girl. From the kiss she gave Viv in the doorway, she could believe it. Even afterwards, Cindy offered to set up the food tray and hang the balloons. The twins brought in two suitcases filled with sex toys and pornographic lesbian magazines and DVDs. Vivian had bought a few vibrators as a joke, but now she was enthralled to see so many fun items for them to play with. Each one was cleaned and set up on display on the chairs in the living room while Vivian placed the Idol of Lesbos in a decorative bag at the front entrance. She looked at it from the angle of somebody walking into her house and figured that none of their friends would see what was inside the bag without really peaking in. Just to be sure though she added some sparkly tissue paper to spruce it up. The doorbell rang and a large burly man stood there with his arms crossed. A young brunette girl stood about fifteen feet behind him next to an open car door. "Hi, you hired some entertainment from Xquisite Dancers?" Vivian smiled charmingly, "Yes, it's for our party tonight. Come in, please!" She gestured to the hallway. He looked back at the dancer and she hesitantly joined her companion in the doorway. "Hey, I thought I was doing a bachelor party," the girl chirped nervously. "What is this for anyway?" Vivian put her hand out and shook the girl's sweaty palm. "Are you Roxy? I'm so glad to meet you. Don't worry, this is just a fun thing we're doing before the couple gets married. Nothing too crazy, just some games and laughs. Here, we're having a contest. See if you can guess what's in the bag just by feeling it." Vivian held out the bag in front of Roxy who eyed it suspiciously. She was young, maybe twenty-one years old, and clearly out of her element. Viv guessed that this was one of her first gigs dancing and seeing a woman at the door was throwing her off. But she held the bag out persistently, a smile plastered on her face. Kellie-Ann (or 'Roxy' as they called her) figured she was safe with big Joe standing right next to her, so she reached in and felt something metal. It was warm, and despite its hard surface it felt soft and fleshy, like... Big Joe looked over at Roxy and watched her expression change from a frown to a look of excitement. A big smile appeared broadly on her face and she took a deep breath. Joe used his finger to pull the bag open slightly to peak and- "No!" Vivian snapped, yanking the bag and the idol back from Roxy's touch. Her smile reappeared quickly after a two second flash of anger though, "Sorry! Just for the ladies!" "Why?" he asked incredulously. "It's no big deal. I won't tell anyone." Roxy tapped him on his barrel chest with her palm, "Joe, Joe, Joe... Don't worry about it. It's just a party trick." She turned to Vivian and stepped closer, "So, where do you want me?" "Oh, just inside. Make yourself at home. Have some food," Vivian pointed down the hall. Roxy took a step in when Joe grabbed her by the arm, "Hey, can I talk to you for a second? Privately?" The girl rolled her eyes as Vivian stepped away, leaving them standing nose to nose by the door. Joe spoke as softly as he could, "Hey what's up? You know I'm supposed to check out the place beforehand and something's telling me this bitch is wacked. I'm sticking around for the show." "What's your problem? It's just a dance job. I'll be fine." "Have you heard any men's voices in there? It's all women. Normally I'm cool with that kind of thing but... Well, you said it yourself it weirds you out being around dykes. Are you sure you're up for this?" He was trying to talk her out of it, or at least get her to wise up. But Kellie-Ann changed her tune too quickly to make him think she was using her best judgment. "I'm fine!" she shirked off his grip on his arm. "So it's a bunch of women. So what? They'll get their fun and I'll get paid. It will probably be the safest party I've done." Joe eyed her closely, "Are you high on something?" "No!" "I'm going in to check things out," he announced, walking down the hall toward Vivian. This time Roxy grabbed his arm. "Hey, cool it! Don't piss off my customers! Just go wait out in the car and I'll call you when we're done." Vivian took the opportunity to walk up with a wad of cash and handed it to Big Joe. He looked at her then took the money. Thumbing through the stack he counted a thousand dollars. "Hey, you know this is a grand, right? Her fee is only three-hundred." Vivian opened the door and looked at Joe, "You didn't know? We called into the office about twenty minutes ago. We've hired her for the night." Looking down at his phone, sure enough he found a message from the dispatcher saying that 'Roxy' was hired for the rest of the evening. He didn't feel comfortable letting her go, but he also knew Kellie-Ann needed the cash. She had confided that she was behind in her rent and needed a busy weekend. This one night with tips would easily cover her bills. He looked at the new dancer and watched her mouth the words 'Get out'. "Call me if there are any problems, okay?" he pleaded. Kellie-Ann held up her phone and shook it with an impertinent smile. Big Joe walked down the walkway as the door closed softly behind him. He had been working for Xquisite for three years and never had a dancer hurt – that was his job, to make sure nobody pulled anything that might harm the girls. With Kellie-Ann, he felt personally responsible. He met her at one of his bouncing gigs and he was the one that recommended she do some dancing to make her bills. Joe climbed into the car and waited, parked in front of the Shumaker residence as two women dressed to the nines showed up and knocked on the door. He could barely hear them talking, even with his window halfway down. "Hey!" Vivian greeted them warmly in the doorway. "Thanks for coming. Okay, one at a time, guess what's in this bag without looking..." Vivian's gaze was fixed on his car as she slowly closed the door with a shit-eating-grin. Another woman showed up. And then another. And then two more. He figured that 'Roxy' would be safe. Still, it was a shame having so many women that good looking being carpet munchers. Joe shook his head, started the car and slowly drove off. He had no idea that they were all straight; at least they were when they arrived. ** "Here we are," Margaret announced to Charlotte as they pulled up to the house. Charlotte knew her best friend's house very well. Vivian got a big divorce settlement which included the stunning manicured property in an awesome part of town. Now she worked part time in order to keep the status quo and spent most of her time going from one fling to the next. As Charlotte and her older sister Margaret exited the car, they could easily hear the music thumping away from inside the house. Nobody would complain about the noise, of course. Viv was well liked in the neighborhood and knowing her she probably invited the next-door-neighbors. Charlotte was wearing a white mini-dress that showed off her tanned legs and cleavage alike. She figured that a stripper was going to be involved and probably a night club later on. While she had every intent of staying truthful to Brad, it was still nice to be 'appreciated' by the men. On her own personal agenda was some light drinking and heavy flirting, handing out a fake phone number or three and calling it a night. She already had two glasses of wine before leaving the house. Margaret rang the bell – normally Charlotte would just walk in, but she figured that some type of surprise was planned for her and didn't want to ruin it. Vivian answered the door about a half a minute later looking flushed and out of breath with her lipstick smeared a bit in the corner. "Hi, babe!" she cried, giving Charlotte a big, lingering hug. "You look good enough to eat!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Charlotte blushed. "I'm going to be a frumpy married woman by tomorrow night." "But not tonight!" Viv screeched, pumping her fists up in the air and swaying her hips. "Come on in, the party is about to begin. Hi Margaret – thanks for driving her over." "Sounds like it already started," Charlotte glanced down the hallway to see a disco light spinning in the darkened living room. "Oh, we might have gotten a few things going, but trust me when I say we've been waiting for you to kick things up." Vivian closed the door and latched the deadbolt, then reached for a blindfold she had prepared by the door. She was about to wrap it around her friend's head when Charlotte stopped her. "Whoah! What's up with the blindfold?" "It's a surprise." "No, I don't want to mess up my eye shadow. I was struggling with it forever." Margaret touched her sister's shoulder, "Come on little sis, you don't want to ruin the surprise." Charlotte acquiesced and let Vivian blindfold her. She then took them both by the arm and walked furtively toward the music in the living room. She could have sworn she heard moaning, but figured it was a porno playing in the background. They sat her on a comfortable swivel chair somewhere in the room, cheered on by several women whistling and making cat calls. It was noisy, but even so she managed to make out a few voices. "I hear you out there, Trisha! You too, Riley!" she called to them, smirking and sticking her tongue out. "Keep that tongue out, Charlotte," Trisha quipped. "Shut up, dyke!" she laughed. "Oh, you're the dyke tonight!" "What-EVER!" The playful banter kept her distracted enough for her to not realize her legs were now bound as well as her wrists. When she finally figured it out, she complained for Vivian that she was going too far. Vivian didn't answer. "Viv? Sis?" she called. Margaret spoke close to her ear so as to talk above the cacophony, "Don't worry, you're fine. So here is the game tonight. You have to choose no eyes or no mouth. You can't have both. Which do you want to have tonight?" Charlotte cocked her head, "I don't get it. I'm already blindfolded." "Yes, but you can choose to remain blindfolded or get your mouth gagged." "You bitches are insane," Charlotte shook her head, her amusement level dropping somewhat. "Whatever, I don't care." "Fine, we'll leave you blindfolded." Margaret replied. A second late she called out, "Bring out the dancer!" All the women in the room hooted and hollered and clinked their glasses together. Charlotte could 'feel' somebody dancing about, occasionally brushing against her leg or her hair or her shoulder, but her hands could only reach out to the length of her fingers and even then found nothing but air. Two minutes or so into the dance somebody put a shot glass against her mouth and Charlotte downed what tasted like vodka. The chair was spun around once or twice, disorienting her before it was stopped. Another round of cheers and soon a pair of hands were touching her neck seductively, running along her shoulders and tickling her arms. "Hey now!" Charlotte warned, "I'm going to be a married woman tomorrow!" A few more cheers broke out as an article of clothing was being removed and dumped at her feet. The moaning seemed to be either coming from a surround sound system or one of the guests. Maybe the stripper was making out with one of her friends? She didn't know but curiosity was building to the point where she wished she could see. She felt a slap against her arm. Then another. Each slap came with a chorus of laughs and 'Oh my God's. Whatever was touching her was rubbing along the top of her left hand, but the restraint kept her from bending her fingers back to find out what it was. She asked to touch whatever it was and the dancer complied, putting the 'thing' just on the tips of two fingers. She ran her finger over the ovoid shape and felt a small slit in the center. Charlotte suddenly pulled her fingers back in a panic, "Hey, is that his dick? Don't touch that thing on me! Seriously, that is going too far, ladies! And that goes for you too, Mr. Stripper!" They all burst out laughing and Vivian answered, "I promise it isn't a guy's cock." "Okay. Fine. I changed my mind. I want the blindfold off." Somebody (maybe Vivian) approached her from behind and wrapped a silk fabric scarf around her mouth. It felt loose around her, although there was a knot close to the center. Somebody gently pulled her jaw open slightly, then yanked the scarf tight from behind, driving the knot into her open mouth and pulling back on her cheeks. Silk or not, it hurt when she did it. Charlotte tried to curse at whichever of her friends was treating her so roughly, but whoever it was was tying it firmly in the back of her head. The gag became the least of her worries though when the blindfold came off. A strange young woman with heavy eyeliner and lingerie was standing over her. Fishnet stockings and high heels clearly identified this person as a stripper, but what was a female stripper doing at her bachelorette party? Dangling between her legs was a clear colored strap-on dildo that was shaped just like a penis. "Like my cock, sweetheart?" Roxy smiled, rubbing it like it was a real one. Charlotte screamed into the fabric and yanked against the restraints. She pulled against them with all her strength but found herself held fast. Charlotte was yelling at her friends and her sister, "Not cool! Not cool!" but all that managed to come out of her mouth was "Aaaa oooo! Aaaa oooo!" The stripper turned around and shook her ass in Charlotte's face – the g-string she wore was covered by the rear strap from the toy she wore, both tucked into her tight cheeks. Roxy bent backward and started doing a lap dance on Charlotte's bare thighs, the softness of her skin a sharp contrast to what she was used to with her fiancée. The whole display was way over the top and she was absolutely mortified that her friends and family would think this was okay to do to her. Charlotte strained to look past the gyrating stripper and make eye contact with anyone. She first saw her friend Olivia who worked with her a couple years ago at a different office. Olivia was a Cuban beauty and married for ten years with four kids at home. Yet she was sitting in the living room with her legs vulgarly spread and her hand shoved into her panties underneath her miniskirt. Smiling, giggling, gabbing with the woman next to her, but masturbating? Next to Olivia was Serena, and next to Serena was Robin. They were masturbating too! Serena was playing with her breasts while Robin was rubbing a vibrator on her exposed vagina. It was a bizarre display as she would have never suspected any of them to be so brazen as to expose themselves in front of other people, let alone at a party where there seemed to be no men at all. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 05 The stripper grabbed the swivel chair from the back and spun it around slowly. With her view unencumbered by the dancing entertainer, Charlotte got an eyeful of how twisted the night truly was. Her niece Leslie was on her knees licking Georgia, her nurse friend. An empty chair came next (which presumably belonged to Leslie), followed by Jessie whose expression was quite serious as she rubbed herself purposefully over the top of her tight jeans watching Georgia moaning. Margaret was wearing nothing but a bra and panties and was busy French kissing Cindy as they sat in their respective chairs. Charlene, Lisa, Vivian's daughter Andrea, and Brad's cousin Chelsea. Vivian was walking amongst them with a silver tray covered in sex toys. She would bend over like a good hostess and offer a new item for them to play with which the women took gladly. Some were touching themselves, some were touching others, but they were all engaged in sexual activity. "Okay, ladies!" Roxy called out. "We're going to play our first game... Spin the bride!" With that she gave the chair a solid twist and Charlotte's view became a blur as dizziness quickly overcame her. "Whoever she points to gets the first touch of the bride's tits!" The room was a medley of "Me!"s as the women jeered for the chair to stop. Charlotte couldn't believe what was going on. The women closest to her were somehow transformed into callous lesbian fiends; uncaring, unrepentant, crazed homosexual women. The chair slowed to a crawl and then stopped, directly facing Chelsea. The living room became an orchestra of cat calls as Chelsea blushed and stood up from rubbing herself. Thirty-five and straight as an arrow, Chelsea was really the woman she knew the least in the room. Bradley was very close to her though and pleaded with Charlotte to make nice-nice, including inviting her to the bachelorette party. Now here she was running her fingertips pensively along Charlotte's arms and then her neck. Her fiancée's own cousin was behind her now, running her hands under the thin straps of her mini-dress, her heavy breathing noticeable as she did. The woman was excited, much to the chagrin of Charlotte. "Wow, she's trembling!" Chelsea commented as she passed her hands along Charlotte's squirming form into her blouse, under her bra, and cupped both breasts fully. "Ooh, I can see why my cousin likes her," Chelsea praised, "They feel fantastic!" Charlotte wasn't nearly as happy. In fact she felt absolutely violated. It was one unbelievable act after another that she had witnessed, and now Brad's cousin was groping her against her will. Years ago Charlotte was sexually assaulted and the man in the parking lot had managed to come close to raping her before he was scared off. He had ripped her shirt, ripped her panties, and had her held down tightly with a knife when a group of Hispanic kids who were dressed like gangbangers and were way past curfew chased the man off. They called the police and managed to beat to attacker into submission. Charlotte remembered how vulnerable she felt wiping the blood from her lip and crying to a bunch of punk kids who saved her. But this evening with her so-called friends... It was worse. Charlotte expected a stranger to do something like this – not the people she knows! And they were women... They should have known better let alone been keeping their hands off another woman. Chelsea was pinching her nipples and nibbling on her ear when the dancer took her strap-on dildo and batted the groping hands away. "Enough! Enough! Your turn is over. We need to spin her again. Back to your chair." Roxy spun Charlotte the opposite direction from before and the world went blurry again. She was moving from anger to fear though, as the stripper announced, "Whoever she points to gets to suck on her tits this time..." Girls would screw around and Charlotte had hoped that this was all some elaborate joke. But now she was convinced something supernatural had bent her friends into lesbian maniacs. How? Why? These questions remained unanswered as she found her chair slowing and eventually pointing toward Georgia. Leslie had stopped orally pleasuring her and was now engaged in the spin-the-bride party as much as everyone. As Charlotte's chair stopped, Georgia stood up with a hungry look in her eyes and approached the center of the room, naked from the waist down. "You know," Georgia told the group, "I was always bi before this and I always wanted to touch Charlotte's breasts. Now I can't imagine why I never approached her before." "Well, here's your chance," Roxy encouraged, holding the chair still while Charlotte struggled hopelessly to get free. Georgia took hold of Charlotte's dress and ripped it wide open, the fabric splitting all the way to her pierced belly button. She ignored Charlotte's screams and the shaking of her head as she undid the front clasp of her lace bra and let her ample boobs pour out. Georgia got on her knees and placed her body between her captive friend's knees and cupped her ass as she shoved her face into Charlotte's cleavage. Her breathing grew heavy with excitement as Georgia's mouth found those large nipples and drew them in against her tongue. The flick of the tip of her tongue was an unwanted stimulation, an assault that thankfully drew to a close as the stripper pushed Georgia back. "Time to spin her again!" Roxy cheered. "Whoever she lands on next gets a taste of her pussy." The chair was spinning again, only this time Charlotte took the opportunity to lean off to one side as far as she could. She could feel the wheels come off the ground and the room turned sideways as she fell harmlessly onto the ground. The stress was enough to break one of her hands free and one of her legs. This was her one chance! The women in the room were startled and froze in place. She pulled the gag off her mouth and tossed it aside, then Charlotte reached down and freed her other hand as quickly as she could. Jumping to her feet she started to step away and quickly realized her left leg was still secured to the chair, which rolled into her and shoved her off balance. She was falling and would have hit the ground were it not for Lisa and Vivian who caught her weight. "Oh, you can't leave yet, Charlotte!" Vivian fawned, "This is your bachelorette party and things are just heating up!" They were all out of their chairs now. Pulling her to the ground. Yanking off her clothes. Holding her arms and legs fast. Her pleads to let go went unheeded. Her screams drowned out by the music. Looking down she saw Robin and Olivia playing her breasts. Margaret was in between her legs as the twins held her legs tightly. Serena and Chelsea were helping keep her spread eagle. "Margaret!" Charlotte cried, "Stop them! I'm your sister, for heaven's sake! You know I'm not like this! I'm not a lesbian!" "I said that," Margaret smiled wickedly. "I said that," Roxy called. "I said that," Vivian tossed in as well. "But you are a lesbian," Leslie informed her aunt. "You just don't know it yet." As Margaret brought her face closer to her little sister's crotch, Chelsea gasped, "Are you going to lick your own sister? Isn't that incest?" Margaret smiled, "It is... Lesbian incest. And I can't tell you how wet my pussy has been thinking about tasting my sister's sweet cunt since I got here." "Lick your sister!" Vivian encouraged her maniacally. "No! Please! NO!" Charlotte shouted. "Nooooooooooo...." It was too late. Margaret was already running her tongue along Charlotte's pussy lips. Charlotte bucked her hips but her older sister simply wrapped her arms around back of her ass and drove her mouth fully onto her pussy. Margaret was latched on now, lavishing her unwilling sister with suckling and licking and tongue twisting inside her hole. She now fully understood why her own daughters were inseparable, why they couldn't get enough of each other. Sisters were meant to do this, built to pleasure each other. It may be taboo, but the exquisitely perverse feeling of touching this forbidden flesh was making her own pussy gush. And she could tell that Charlotte's pussy was beginning to betray her, producing its own juices from the stimulation. Out of everyone here, Margaret knew what her little sister was going through. She had been forced into lesbianism by her own daughters, raped for hours, her own body betraying her mind as she was forced to orgasm at Lisa's and Leslie's hands. And now that the idol could easily be thrust into Charlotte's arms to spare her the humiliation, Margaret found herself unwilling to do so. This opportunity to see her sister squirm would never come again – after tonight she would be a crazed lesbian like the rest of the women in the family. The power of no consequences was addictive and it drove her to lick Charlotte's cunt more, to drink of her own flesh and blood, to stimulate her sister's pussy to orgasmic heights while she cried out for help. "How can you do this to me!? I'm your sister! Pleeeeeasse stoppppppp!" Charlotte begged between gasps. It was no use denying that her body was giving into the stimulation, wanted or not. She couldn't believe how both disgusted and excited she was. Margaret seemed to know exactly how to push all of her buttons, how to orally kindle a fire in her belly. "P- p- pleeease! Ohh! No! No! No! This can't be happppennnninggg!" Charlotte bucked while letting out a staccato set of grunts. Damned if it wasn't the best orgasm she ever had, but the wild satisfaction was quickly replaced with tears as the betrayal made its mark. She had orgasmed while her own sister licked her. Suffering at the hands of a lesbian gang rape would have never crossed Charlotte's mind in a million years, and yet here she was, surrounded by her closest friends and family. Her sobs were woefully ignored. Instead Chelsea sighed, "Wow... That made me wish I had a sister." "I'll be your sister," Olivia offered teasingly, stepping in to embrace Chelsea in a deep kiss. The two fell to the ground as they undressed and made out passionately. "What did you think of that, Aunt Charlotte?" Leslie asked. "You... You fucking animals!" Charlotte blubbered. "It's my wedding tomorrow! What have you done to me?" Lisa pulled her aunt's hair, "Oh, don't worry, Aunt Charlotte. We haven't even gotten started yet." Roxy climbed between her legs as Margaret withdrew her pussy juice soaked face. The stripper rubbed the strap-on dildo over her wet mound. "I think she is worried about missing out on getting cock," Roxy suggested to the others. "Maybe she needs a good fuck to let her know she can still get it hard?" "Yeah, fuck her!" they called out. "Fuck her hard!" Roxy turned to Margaret who was rubbing her clit while staring at the display. She nodded in agreement, "Go ahead. Fuck my sister. Fuck her till she screams." Kellie-Ann a.k.a. Roxy had never used a strap-on dildo before tonight. She had never been with a woman before tonight. But the voices and images and thoughts kept flooding her mind as the night went on. Not only did she want to fuck this soon-to-be-married woman, but she was convinced she could do it well too. She drove the dildo into the crying woman's pussy and felt a tremendous sense of encouragement and power. 'Go on, Kellie-Ann.' ---- 'Fuck her hard.' 'You were meant for this.' ---- 'She deserves a good fuck.' 'Glorify me.' ---- 'Treat her like the whore she is.' 'Empower me.' ---- 'Make her scream.' 'Energize me.' ---- 'Rape her pussy.' Kellie-Ann drove the dildo into the woman's cunt. Her cries renewed, but instead of feeling sorry for her Kellie-Ann wanted to hear more. She didn't understand why she would get her kicks from taking this woman against her will, but for some reason it stirred her desires deeply. Perhaps it was the fact that she couldn't think about what would follow? All she could concentrate on was the now, and right now she wanted to make the please the Idol of Lesbos. The voices were making her do it, so it was okay, right? Yes, it was okay. This woman would learn to like it just like she did. Vivian stifled Charlotte's whimpers with a forced kiss while the other women goaded 'Roxy' to shove the toy in faster and harder and deeper. Lisa was rubbing Charlotte's clit at the same time while Margaret twisted her sister's nipples. For the second time, the bride-to-be had a forced orgasm which set off a new wave of guilt, but the pounding she took from the strap-on never stopped. The stripper kept hammering her, harder and harder, fucking her like a rag doll. Charlotte watched as a woman climbed on her face and shoved her soaked pussy down onto her mouth. There was no escaping it. And even though she resisted, the women told her to lick the pussy anyway. Whoever it was took to grinding her pussy on her lips and chin and nose while her nipples and clit and pussy were toyed with. Charlotte was cumming again. And again. And again. Her twisted family and insatiable friends had her on her knees and then again on her back. She licked every pussy in the room as they yanked her hair and smacked her ass. The humiliation of licking her nieces' matching cunts was appalling, but nothing compared to licking Margaret's. The fact that her own sister allowed all of this to occur; it seemed like she was behind it all! But Charlotte was broken and she knew it. She had cum too many times, she had been dragged and pushed and pulled and violated. There seemed to be no end to it and the only thing left to do it seemed was to comply. And so she licked when they told her to lick. She spread her legs when they told her to spread her legs. Her compliance was rewarded with one earthquaking orgasm after another. Her defiance had her pounded ruthlessly by Roxy, the deranged stripper who spanked her ass so hard that it was red and sore. Her threat to shove the dildo up Charlotte's ass was taken to heart; she promised to do anything. So there she was on her knees, her tongue stuck out as she licked Margaret's pussy. Robin was shoving her finger's in her pussy from behind while rubbing a vibrator over her own clit. "You like that, slut?" "Noooo..." Charlotte moaned between laps. "Oh, you don't like that but you're pussy is getting all wet anyway, isn't it?" "Yes..." "I think it's because you're a stupid dyke who can't admit what she is. Now say it! Tell us what you are." "I'm a stupid dyke... Oooohhh..." "What are you doing, stupid dyke?" "...L- licking my s- sister's pussy...." "Does a straight girl lick pussy?" "Noooooo..." "No, I didn't think so. What does that make you, Charlotte?" "A lesbian... Oh, cumming!" "Say it again. Go on, stupid dyke. Say it again while you cum with my fingers in your cunt." "I'm a lesbian! I'm a ooooh lesbian! Les- les- cummmminnng!" "There you go you little pervert lesbian. Only a pervert would lick her own sister's cunt..." And so the abuse continued. There were always three or four women 'attending' to Charlotte, while the others would pair up or group up as their mood struck them. Her mind riddled with guilt and anger and frustration and defeat, it was amazing that Charlotte was able to generate a thought beyond what her captors were doing, but she did realize one thing: She hadn't licked everybody. There was one girl in the bunch that had been kept separate from her and that was Cindy. Brad's daughter was certainly occupied for the night, spending at least an hour locked in a sixty-nine with Chelsea, then more time with Leslie and Olivia and Vivian. With Charlotte lying exhausted on her side, she could now see Cindy holding a metal statue in her hands. The item featured a naked girl with her mouth open in ecstasy, and intuitively she knew that this statue had to be what was behind it all. It was there all along, pressuring her, pushing into her mind, guiding the others to play with her like she was a toy. "That's it, isn't it?" Charlotte asked meekly. "That's what caused all this, isn't it?" Margaret leaned over and stroked her sister's hair, "Yes, it is. It changed us all. It will change you too with a single touch." "Please, no more," Charlotte begged, her voice barely audible. "I already told you I'm a lesbian. I'm a dyke. I'm a slut. I'm anything you want me to be. I'll say anything. Just- just no more. You got what you wanted. Please, sissy..." "Don't worry, Char," Margaret soothed. "This will give you so much more. And it will bring you and Cindy closer than Brad ever dreamed." Cindy knelt down at Charlotte's side and grabbed one of her arms. Her soon-to-be stepmom tried to fight it but there was nothing left in her. She held her wrist tightly and placed it on the hot metal form. 'Welcome, Charlotte.' ---- 'Now you will learn true pleasure, slut.' 'Women are everything.' ---- 'Pussy whore.' 'Women are your true desire.' ---- 'Cunt licker.' 'Nothing else compares.' ---- 'Dyke lover.' Charlotte saw it; she saw it and felt it and heard it and smelled it. The force within the idol was taking the energy from the women around her and using it to change her. She saw her future, a future of licking cunts, of no Brad or any man for that matter. "Stop... Please... Married... Brad..." she couldn't even think clearly enough to get her sentence out, but Margaret understood. "It's okay, sister," Margaret pacified her, "this will bring you and Cindy together. She will be the daughter you always wanted. She will be joined to you. I'm so happy for you." The guilt was flowing away. The anguish was disappearing. The Idol of Lesbos showed her what it was like to be taken, but through the eyes of her nieces and friends and sister. She understood now how tempting she was to everyone, how perversely hot it was to break another woman, to have power. She looked up at Cindy who was holding the idol with her and her perfectly petite body, her cute button nose, the curve of her hips, the freckles across her chest. She knew that this was a special joining, and that they would be close from now on. Charlotte closed her eyes, surrendered, and let the idol's power inside. Epilogue ------------ Bradley and Charlotte were pronounced husband and wife the following day in a strangely quiet ceremony. Friends and loved ones were present at the evening ceremony and the party afterwards was your typical flow of liquor and laughs. However he was convinced at that time that something happened at the bachelorette party that Charlotte didn't want to tell him. He asked and she balked. He tried to kiss her and she scolded him that he needed to wait till the wedding was complete. He did finally kiss her at the altar while the bride's maids giggled amongst each other. The reception was a chain of whispers and shared glances and women disappearing to the bathroom together. The two had slept with each other for months so consummating the marriage was not as ritualistic as it might have been for other younger couples. But what man doesn't expect to get some action on his wedding day? However Charlotte fell asleep after the reception almost immediately. The following day she told him that 'aunt flow' was visiting and the days pressed on without any sex at all. Cindy and Charlotte seemed to get along smashingly; almost too well. He would catch his daughter staring at Charlotte longingly during dinner, almost as if... Brad shrugged it off at the time, blaming it all on his imagination. Of course, two weeks after the wedding he found out what Cindy's look was all about. He couldn't explain how it happened or why for that matter, but his wife and daughter demonstrated quite plainly where their feelings took them. He woke up tied to a chair with duct tape. His chest and arms and legs and even his head was secured in place. Whatever covered his mouth was held solidly in place and no manner of opening his jaw or plying the material with his tongue or teeth helped. He knew that drinking so much with Charlotte so early in the day was a strange request on her part, and the mystery deepened when he awoke in the bedroom chair. Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 05 "He's awake," the whisper came from behind him. He tried to turn his head but couldn't. Whoever it was, she was out of eyeshot. Charlotte strolled in with her wedding dress on, a devilish grin on her face. "Hello, husband. I hope you know I've been looking forward to this for weeks. This might not be quite what you were expecting on our wedding night, but I think it's even more special." She lay back on the bed and pulled up her white dress, exposing the garter, stockings, heels, and no panties. She masturbated while staring straight ahead – not at him but at the doorway to the bedroom. Brad didn't wait long to find out who was there. His daughter walked in wearing a hip hugging black dress and black thigh high stockings. He had never seen his daughter dressed in such a way or with her hair or make-up done the way it was. She looked different, not like his little girl for sure. The stare she gave him reminded Brad of how she used to stare contemptuously at Charlotte before they got married. She looked to the bed where Charlotte continued to rub her pussy. "So, did you miss something on your wedding night?" Cindy asked. Charlotte cooed, "You know I did. And with your father all tied up I suppose I'll need somebody to stand in for him." Cindy turned to Brad, "Daddy, you don't mind if I help you out with your new wife, do you?" Reaching under her dress she pulled out the large black strap-on dildo and stroked it like it was a real cock. Charlotte sat up as Cindy approached the edge of the bed. She reached under her stepdaughter's phallic toy and slid her fingers into her wet hole. Cindy moaned while continuing to stroke the lubricated dildo as if it might get off on its own. His new wife continued to play with herself in synchronicity with the motions of her fingers in his daughter. Cindy through her head back and swayed her red hair, groaning as she did. Eventually she pulled Charlotte's hand away and leaned forward to kiss her deeply. Charlotte leaned back and spread her legs wider. "Come on, show me what you've wanted to do all week. Fuck me in my wedding dress," she commanded. "Hmmmm," Cindy poised herself, "Seems like my stepmother needs it good and hard." "You know I do." "Just like you got it at your bachelorette party?" "Harder... You can do that, can't you, bad girl?" "You know I can. And unlike my dad I can go all night..." Cindy slid the toy slowly into her stepmom's cunt, pushing against the resistance. "Damn, you're tight." Charlotte breathed deeply to take the giant toy in, "Well, all I've had for the last few months is your dad's little pecker." Bradley was reeling from the betrayal taking place before him, but the commentary on his penis size only added insult to injury. What had he done to deserve this? Cindy might have been mad that he was getting married to Charlotte, but the last person he expected to side with her was Charlotte herself. And yet here his wife was, acting like a wanton whore with his own daughter. Had Charlotte planned a threesome with him untied (and not with Cindy) the evening probably would have been exciting. But this display was clearly being done for their amusement and not for his benefit. The toy had to be ten inches long and Cindy managed to work about half of it into her gasping stepmother. "Too big!" Charlotte squeaked out. "Too late!" Cindy retorted and shoved the giant toy all the way into her screaming stepmom. "You said you wanted it hard; well here you go, slut!" "Oh, fuck! FUCK! FUCK! So fucking BIG!" Charlotte thrashed on the bed as her stepdaughter thrust in and out of her like a machine. The wedding dress bunched up in the middle and Cindy paused only to rip it in two until it flopped over on either side. She leaned over and kissed Charlotte aggressively while ripping the top of the gown to expose her breasts underneath. Climbing atop her, Cindy never had to reinsert the dildo. So long was the toy that it remained inside Charlotte's cunt the whole time. But now with the dress in tatters, Cindy renewed her pummeling with the toy. "Ooh, looks like my new step-mommy needs it bad, doesn't she?" Charlotte shivered all over, "God, yes! Fuck! Me! Harder!" "You like being my new mommy? Huh? You like it when I fuck you?" "SOOO GOOD! HARDER! HARDER! Mommy likes it dirty..." Charlotte grabbed her stepdaughter's hips and helped the thrusting motion along. It was the night she needed. The idol showed her that. The deep resentment for each other was replaced by unending depraved lust. Charlotte was in her wedding dress getting fucked by the daughter of the man she married, right before his very eyes. "MORE! MORE! THAT'S IT! RIGHT THERE! YESSSSSS!" Charlotte threw her head back and the skin of her neck stretched so thin that Cindy could see the rapid pulse on her carotid artery. Her fingernails were digging holes into the sheets as the orgasm tightening her entire body up and clamped down hard on the dildo deep inside her. Cindy slowly withdrew the slick toy from her stepmom and gave her father a condescending smile, "Tell me, daddy... Are you proud of me? Did I fuck her good enough for you?" Bradley shook his head back and forth as much as he could to respond. "Well, daddy, if that wasn't good enough I guess I am going to have to pound your wife's lezzie cunt even more." Cindy flipped Charlotte over on her belly so that her legs dangled off the edge of the bed. Climbing up closer once again she stuck the head of the toy into her stepmom's gaping pussy and watched it stretch around the thick dildo once again. "Wait!" Charlotte panted, still coming off the orgasm, "Let me breath..." Cindy pulled back on Charlotte's hair and hissed, "No waiting. You get it now, cunt whore! Daddy doesn't think I fucked you hard enough, so we're doing it all over again!" The black dildo pierced her pussy lips again and was driven all the way to the latex ball sack as Cindy leveraged herself on top of her stepmother. Once comfortably poised above her on the bed, Brad watched his daughter mercilessly drive the massive strapon deep into his bride's hole, her screams of pleasure filling the room interrupted only by the barely coherent word parts that escaped her lips. "-so goo-" "-Ima lezzeeeee—" "-fuck mommeeee—" "-never felt---" "-love pussss—" Bradley couldn't stand watching it and closed his eyes, but there was no hiding from the sounds. While Charlotte had been reduced to a babbling fool, his daughter Cindy managed to keep a vocal record of every perverted action she took. "Oh don't close your eyes, daddy. You're missing all the fun! Look at your new wife and how much happier she is. Isn't that wonderful? You wanted us to be close like family and now we're so much better. Isn't that right MOMMY? You want your new daughter to fuck your cunt nice and deep don't you? Reach all those places my dad never could? Yeah, tell him, MOMMY. Tell him I fuck you better. Oooh, that's right bitch. Just wait till I get the really big toys out. Ohhh, yeah this is one of the small ones I have for you. I'll have your pussy gaping so wide that you'll never feel my dad's cock. Not that you want to anyway, isn't that right? Oooh, see that daddy? She doesn't want your finger dick anymore. She's my pussy now!" They seemed to go at it for ages. Brad passed out only to wake up to watching them sixty-nining with each other. He closed his eyes and told himself it was all just a nightmare, but when he re-opened his eyes he was watching his daughter shove four fingers up Charlotte's pussy while sucking on her clit. They were both covered in sweat as they attacked each other sexually like animals, trying to consume each other. He fell asleep in the bonds to the sounds of his daughter cumming. --- The police officers watched as Brad's body bag was zipped and rolled out of the garage and down to the ambulance. Detective Ignacio Velez arrived late after getting stuck in traffic to find Detective John Baker making some notes on his pad. "So, watcha got?" Ignacio asked. John shrugged, "Looks like he hung himself. No note. No nothin'." "He get help?" "Not sure. Him and this Charlotte woman just got married a little over two weeks ago. They'd been datin' for a few months, supposedly had no issues except with his daughter." "How old is she?" "Old enough to tie a rope." "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. But where is she?" "Upstairs consoling the new widow." The two of them went up to the bedroom and found Charlotte sitting on the edge of the bed crying, Cindy sitting next to her, arm wrapped around her shoulder in consolation. They both had tears in their eyes. "...He seemed so happy," Charlotte wept. A female officer, Corporal Hower, was taking her statement. "Was he on medication? Maybe taking illegal drugs?" "No! I mean, I don't think so. He never told me anything about any drugs anyway." Cindy chimed in, "My dad mentioned that he felt like he couldn't take care of mom- I mean Charlotte the way he was supposed to. But when I asked him what he meant, he wouldn't tell me." Detective Velez noticed the victim's daughter and wife were holding hands, their fingers slowly caressing each other. It seemed out of place, almost sensual, but he shrugged it off as a comforting act. Still, something seemed off. Why would this man commit suicide out of the blue? He pulled John aside, "Hey, where were the two of them when 'Daddy Warbucks' took the leap?" "Supposedly over at this woman's house... Vivian Schumaker. Her and three other friends. They were having a spa day. Sounds like a tight alibi if it's true." Ignacio Velez frowned slightly, "Huh... Okay. Well, maybe it's open and shut. I just have a funny feeling there's something going on here." John Baker put his hand on Ignacio's neck and pulled his partner in tight, "What? Besides a hot widow and a couple dangling feet? And the daughter ain't so bad either. Let it go, Iggy. We wrap this up here, go interview the alibis, and then close it out. No fuss, no muss I say." Detective Velez was looking right at the victim's daughter, "Yeah, you're probably right." He could have sworn she gave him a mousy little smile as he turned away.