4 comments/ 92541 views/ 11 favorites Roles Ch. 01 By: sintax Lisa struggled out of her gym shorts urgently. The early September heat was unbearable. She stepped into the locker room showers and turned the water to cold. She'd been running laps around the track since she'd dropped off the last of her boxes at her dorm room, and a nice cold shower was just what the doctor ordered. She soaped up her lean body and tried not to think about what she was doing here. Why she'd suddenly found herself in this middle of nowhere college town. But the memories were just to recent, and there wasn't really anything she could do to stop them. Her high school graduation. It had been wonderful. Walking with her girlfriend, Clarice, going nude under their robes, the tassels, the secret smiles, and the passionate sex that night. Then, one week later, she came home to find Clarice fucking her younger brother's brains out. The rest of the summer had been a trial. Lisa had spent it holed up in her room. She couldn't talk to her friends, she didn't want to see her brother, the rest of her family couldn't understand... In the end, she'd suddenly switched colleges, taking advantage of a scholarship just to get several hundred more miles away from everyone she knew. She just needed a fresh start. She'd moved on her own. Her parents had wanted her brother to come and do the heavy lifting, but she'd icily told him not to bother, and he was so ashamed he couldn't even look her in the eyes. Her roommate hadn't been there when she moved in, but then, she had arrived late last night and slept in the parking lot, and there were still a couple of days before classes started. As her thoughts returned to the present, Lisa realized where her hand was. Somehow, in the recollecting, she'd remembered how fabulous Clarice was in bed. How her tongue flicked across Lisa's clit. The sight of her long blonde hair as she ate Lisa out. Now Lisa's clit was poking out a bit, her hand was soaping up her shaved pubic mound and Lisa was horny for the first time since Clarice had cheated on her. Now that the fire was in her, Lisa couldn't stop. She squeezed some more soap on her bath sponge and rubbed it against her pussy. Lisa brought her hand down and was just beginning to slip a finger inside when the door burst open. A crowd of girls entered and began changing. Lisa's lucky solitude was gone, and she quickly rinsed off and got dressed. Lisa trotted quickly across campus and into her dorm building. She headed down her hallway. The building was alive with people moving in. Lisa's pussy was still aching for a little attention, and the thin cotton of panties was rubbing against her swollen lips. Now, every cute girl she saw just made it worse. The dorms were full of gorgeous college girls, and Lisa's mind was now working overtime, drawing up a million fantasies about everyone she passed. She practically ran o her room. She wanted nothing more than to go inside, lock the door, rip off her sweats and give herself a brutal fingering. Once she stepped in the door, that plan was ruined. Her roommate had arrived. When Lisa arrived, she was bending over, going through a box of books. Lisa was immediately staring at her ass. Lisa wasn't really an ass person, but this was a great ass. The girl's waist wasn't particularly narrow, but the angle and curvature of her hips was perfect. As her t-shirt stretched up, Lisa could see perfect dimples in her lower back, just above the top of her jeans. The girl straightened up and turned around. She had shoulder-length black hair, though a lightening at the roots showed that it was probably dyed from a naturally dark brown. Her face was warm and inviting. She had brown eyes, a small, heart-shaped mouth, and little button of a nose. Her breasts were full and filled out her tight tee like a dream. Lisa, now able to appraise her fully, could see that she still had just a bit of baby fat on her, but in all the right places, filling her out into a womanly figure. "Oh!" the girl said. "I didn't hear you come in. You're my roommate, aren't you?" "Yeah, Lisa. I'm Lisa." Lisa stuck out her hand. "I'm Sarah," and with that, she took her hand and shook it, and then laughed at the unnatural formality of the move. They chatted amiably for the rest of the day. Sarah seemed instantly warm and comfortable, and Lisa was too, although she was secretly suffering. The whole time they were talking, Lisa couldn't stop scoping her out. She found her fascinating. She hadn't been this attracted to someone since Clarice, and Clarice and Sarah were nothing alike. While Clarice had been a perpetually slender, blond, cheerleader type(though not actually a cheerleader, because, god, who actually thinks that's cool anymore?). Sarah was all natural, make-up free, and indie rock. And she made Lisa's pussy quiver. Just looking at her made her wet. "God, it's hot in here," Sarah was saying. She opened up the window further and started rooting through her newly unpacked clothes. Lisa bit her lower lip as Sarah suddenly slipped out of her jeans and stepped into some shorts. "You don't mind, do you?" Sarah asked. "I mean, we're going to be living together, so, we're bound to be changing in front of each other anyway." "No, it's no problem," Lisa replied. She relished the brief view of simple, cotton panties with a dense blue, brown and white stripe pattern before they were hidden from view. Lisa wanted to think that Sarah was flirting, but she knew that really, she was just very casual. There was nothing more to it than that. Lisa spent the evening praying for Sarah to go somewhere, but no privacy was forthcoming. She thought about maybe slipping off to the bathroom for some quick relief, but it was so busy with people moving in and around that there was no privacy to be found. When they went to bed, Lisa was again tortured by another view of panties and also a simple cotton bra as Sarah slipped on a tank top to sleep in. Lisa, feeling bold and also burning up from the heat and unsatisfied arousal, went to sleep in just her bra and panties. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. All she had to do was wait for Sarah to fall asleep, and then quietly slip a hand down and get the job done. Lisa lay in bed silently, passing time. How long had it been? She didn't know. Was Sarah asleep? She turned her head to look. Sarah was also on her back, and her head was facing the other wall. In the stifling heat, she was sleeping above the covers. Her hips were turned slightly towards Lisa. Sarah's breasts were naturally subject to gravity, but this clear demonstration of their naturalness only made Lisa hornier. Suddenly the bed was too hot for her. Not sure if Sarah was awake or asleep, Lisa slowly slid the covers down. Feeling air on bare skin was a welcome change. Sarah's chest was rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Lisa waited for a few more minutes, but there were no signs of wakefulness. She carefully slid her left hand into her panties, keeping her eyes on Sarah to make she she didn't turn over or wake up. She slid two fingers in without any resistance. Her pussy had been so wet all day that she didn't even have to warm up. In no time at all she was quietly frigging herself, going in and out quickly while trying not to make any noise. Eventually she slipped her right hand down as well, and, after pulling her panties down to mid-thigh, began to tease her clit in time with her thrusts. She sighed heavily. It felt so good that at first it was more sheer relief than sexual, but that didn't last. She needed more. She was going at herself with gusto soon. She moved on to using three fingers. Her labia spread apart wonderfully, and Lisa almost cried out in joy. She stopped teasing her clit, and began to pinch it between well-lubricated fingers. Lisa began to look at Sarah less to make sure she wasn't awake, and more just to look at her. Her bare, pale thighs glowed milkily in the night. Lisa let her gaze wander from breasts to hips and finally to rest on the gusset of her panties. Lisa found herself staring at it. There were crinkly dark hairs peeking out here and there, evidence of a perfectly natural girl. In the half-light, while pleasuring herself, Lisa's eyes were locked on her Sarah's mons. She pictured her without the panties, seeing a patch of natural, untamed hairs. She wanted to let her tongue dive in. She wanted to taste that musk and feel the wetness close around her. Sarah shifted then. Her hips turned a little more. One hand lazily scratched her stomach, just above the waistband of her panties. Lisa froze and bit her lip. She wanted that hand above her panties, she wanted it slipping down, and then slipping in, filling her. Her arousal was at a dangerous place now. She still hadn't come. Her nipples were poking out against their prison, and her pussy was positively flowing, soaking her hands in her own juices. Sarah's head turned. Her eyes were half open. She looked lazy and Lisa. Suddenly her eyes were wide as she acknowledged what she had seen. Sarah's little mouth opened in surprise. "What..." she trailed off. Lisa was over the edge. She stood up suddenly and let her panties slide down her legs. She could feel her own juice coating her inner thigh and running in a sticky stream to her knees. She stepped over to Sarah's bed and straddled her. She kissed her hungrily. Sarah struggled beneath her, refusing to open her mouth. Lisa held her wrists above her head, pining her down and taking the kiss by force. Sarah was thrashing in earnest now. She was bigger than Lisa, but her weight advantage wasn't enough. Lisa was taller, and had a lot of muscle from years of athletics. It was no use. It wasn't long before Lisa was aching for more. Her pussy was dripping, spattering against the expose flesh between Sarah's panties and top. Lisa needed a release, and she knew how she was going to get it. She grabbed a belt off of the floor and wrapped it quickly around Sarah's thighs, stopping her from kicking. She looked her deep in the eyes. For a brief moment, Lisa became conscious of what she was doing. She was going to force this girl. She wondered what to say, but nothing really interesting came, so all she said was, "Quim, and quit struggling." With that, she moved her hips up to Sarah's face. She held her down, pining her chin with her pelvis. She got both of Sarah's wrists trapped under one hand. Then she began to rub. Her shaved pussy was covering Sarah's mouth and chin, and she started grinding against her. Sarah continued to try and fight it, but she was trapped, Lisa's pussy covering her face. Lisa moved with quick motions, bucking her hips against her new toy, loving the feeling of this girl fighting beneath her. Every time Sarah tried to scream or shout, the sound was muffled and lost against Lisa's dripping cunt, and it only made her go faster. Soon her juices were covering Sarah's face, forming a wet, slippery surface for Lisa to use. But it wasn't enough. Lisa wanted to feel a tongue, and Sarah's firmly closed mouth wasn't giving any. Lisa reached down with her free hand and pinched Sarah's nose shut. She struggled briefly, but soon she had no choice but to open her mouth and gasp for air around Lisa's hot, dripping mound. "Stick out your tongue," Lisa said. She looked down and locked eyes with Sarah. She saw a lot of fear there. Not necessarily terror for her life, just fear at being forced into this. "Tongue." Reluctantly, Sarah stuck out her tongue. Lisa smiled down at her. "Glad to see you know your place." She rubbed quickly against her, using Sarah's motionless tongue. She positioned herself so it was on her clit and bucked her hips quickly. She tightened her hand around Sarah's wrists. Lisa loved this feeling of power and control. She'd always been a top, but this was that to the nth degree. It was the real meaning of domination. Sarah was hers. She was grinding fiercely when the orgasm came. All the combined feelings hit her at once. The hot temperatures, the feeling of power, the sharp arousal as she forced her pussy on Sarah. Suddenly she was coming. A toe-curling, chest-heaving orgasm. She felt juices spatter out, and Sarah's already wet face was quickly coated in a new rush of liquid as Lisa came explosively. When it was over, Lisa kept rubbing, but only until he'd come down. When she was down, she stood up. Her bra was clinging to her, stuck to her slim breasts by sweat. She walked, half stumbling, back to own bed, and sat down. Sarah was motionless on her bed, staring at the ceiling, an unreadable expression on her face. Lisa smiled at her. It was not a nice smile, but not a mean one, either. It was just a smile of having gotten what she wanted, consequences be damned. Roles Ch. 02 Sarah stared at the ceiling, motionless. A few feet away, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lisa getting back into her own bed. The tall, lean brunette was settling into the tangle of rumpled covers. Sarah could smell sweat. She could also taste the girl-cum coating her lips and saturating her tongue. Sarah had just been raped. This was, technically, what had happened. Lisa, her new roommate that she had known less than a day, had bound her knees, held her hands above her head, and then ground her pussy into Sarah's mouth until she came. She had been used, against her will, for the pleasure of another. There was no other word for it than rape. But Sarah didn't know what to do about it. Lisa seemed perfectly content to leave her alone now. Sarah couldn't deny that no real physical harm had come to her. The whole thing had been fairly quick, and no more invasive than an affectionate dog humping her leg. She considered the possibility of emotional damage, but really, that's the kind of thing you had to wait on. At the moment, Sarah could sense no real pain. She pondered it over, and considered the possibility that see was in shock. She began cataloguing the experience in her head. Her senses were wired now. The taste in her mouth seemed stronger. Sarah had briefly tasted herself before, and knew from numerous post-cunnilingus kisses with boyfriends what she tasted like, but this was different. Lisa's come was heavier, muskier. Her knees were still wrapped up in the belt, but this was not something Sarah minded to much. She was a sub, and bondage play was nothing new to her. Her wrists were a little sore, but didn't really hurt. She finally came to the sensation that really troubled her. Her pussy was wet. And not just a little moist, but dripping wet. Sarah was horny as hell now. Sarah had never been with a girl before. She loved sex, and had an academic appreciation for other girls' bodies, but she was straight. Or so she had thought. There was no denying how much her pussy had responded. She couldn't pretend the experience hadn't turned her on. Bringing one hand down to her pussy, Sarah rubbed it experimentally. It was soaking wet, and just the light touch set her on fire. She undid the belt around her knees and let her legs fall open. Even in the heat of the room, her sex was like a small furnace. She turned her head and stared at Lisa. The tall, leggy girl was on her side, facing the wall. Sarah inspected the well-toned frame, the slender and muscular legs, and then the space between them, and the pussy lips peaking out, peach-like, between them. Those lips were red and wet, and Sarah licked a little of the leftover juices off her chin while she stared. She liked the taste. Sarah realized that, almost without her knowledge, her hand was rubbing faster now. She was pressing against herself, hard, teasing her tender clit. "Lisa," she whispered. Hearing her, Lisa turned over to face her. There was a look on her face of contentment, and when she saw Sarah pleasuring herself, she smirked. "Slut," she whispered across the small room. Sarah came. It was the quiet insult that put her over the top. She cried out and then bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes and arched her back. All the muscles in her thighs tensed up, and then suddenly relaxed. Sarah could feel her own cream filling her hand, and she went limp, idly rubbing her juices through her thatch of dark pubic hair. Sarah heard laughter and opened her eyes. Lisa was sitting up in bed, leaning against the wall. Her legs were splayed, and her perfectly hairless slit was in full view. "You little slut," she said again. Sarah could fell herself quiver in response. "You actually liked that, didn't you," Lisa was saying. "You liked eating my pussy out. God, you are such a whore." Sarah began to rub herself again. The denigration was turning her on like nothing she'd ever felt before. Suddenly there was a hand on her wrist, pulling it away from her aching pussy. "Nuh uh," Lisa said. She was standing over her. "Hands off your cunt." Sarah stared up at her. "Please, let me finish. Please." Lisa smiled at her. A warmer smile than she'd had on since raping Sarah. "Let me." Sarah felt a rush of relief and delight as Lisa got on the bed and lay on top of her. They kissed, now with Sarah a willing participant instead of a victim. Lisa was more tender now, her tongue teasing Sarah's lips. Sarah squirmed happily underneath, holding Lisa's face in her hands as Lisa's arms wrapped lovingly around her. Sarah's legs went up and tightened around Lisa's narrow waist. Lisa played a hand across Sarah's generous breasts, then broke the kiss. She slid down Sarah's torso, their bare skin rubbing against each other, lubricated by a mixture of their own juices, sweat, and saliva. Her lips fastened around Sarah's left nipple. The taste of so many fluids spiked by the distinctive but indefinable and subtle flavor of a nipple. Sarah whimpered underneath her, and Lisa brought a hand down to her waiting pussy, splaying the tender young lips and slipping a finger in easily. Sarah moaned at the welcome intrusion. She needed it badly. "Fuck me," she whispered. Lisa stopped her suckling but continued the slow and steady penetration. She propped herself up on one hand and looked down at her eager young lover. "What was that?" "Fuck me. Please. I'm begging you." Sarah looked at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. "Please, fuck me. I need it." Lisa smiled. "You dirty, dirty girl." Sarah giggled and wriggled her pelvis on Lisa's finger. "I'm filthy, sure. Please, clean me off." Lisa grinned. "Sure thing." She slid down, increasing the pace of her thrusts. Her tongue found it's mark quickly, licking up and down her exposed inner labia. Sarah moaned and began to shake. In no time at all, Lisa was working three fingers into the tight confines of Sarah's dripping cunt, and sucking her clit without mercy. She brought her fingers up, finding Sarah's g-spot, and pushed against it. Sarah moaned and began to come. Her fingernails dug into her own thighs. The fingers came out of her cunny, and she felt Lisa's lips fasten around her clit, sucking on it and tweaking it with her tongue, biting and torturing. She began to thrash, and Lisa's hands found hers, pulling down with her arms at her side, holding Sarah steady. Sarah could feel the wetness on them from her quim. There were teeth around her clit now, threatening and promising at the same time. Sarah surrendered to Lisa's control, letting her body go limp. Lisa's hands tightened around her own, squeezing them firmly, but not cruelly. Her toes curled, sheets bunching up beneath them. It felt like electricity running down her spine from the base of her neck. All the energy and tension in her body seemed to drain out of her over stimulated clitoris. Her orgasm peaked, an explosion of juices that splashed out and coated Lisa's mouth, chin and neck. Sarah's whole body went tense and rigid one more time, then utterly limp. Lisa crawled up the bed and locked her mouth around Sarah's, pouring collected juices from her orgasm into mouth in a sticky kiss. Lisa brought Sarah's arms up above her head and held her wrists there. Sarah felt stretched out, exposed, vulnerable and fragile. But, with Lisa's strong, reassuring weight on top of her, she also felt safe and protected. That is how they fell asleep. Roles Ch. 03 "Mmmm," Lisa said, nuzzling her lips deeper into Sarah's neck. Though taller and stronger than her girlfriend, Lisa found a great satisfaction in curling up in her arms. Sarah's soft, curvaceous body was full of warmth and security. "Y'know," Sarah said, idly stroking Lisa's hair, "Maybe you should call her back." Lisa's eyes flew open. The early morning light was filtering in through the blinds of their bedroom. They'd moved into an apartment building for the new school year. It was small, only three stories, as this rural midwestern town was sustained only by the college and local farmers. However, it's great selling point was that it catered exclusively to alternative lifestyles. In what was still a fairly conservative town, having a place where LGBT college students could feel safe and be out was a must. It was low-key, only really known to those already in the life. "Why should I call her back?" Lisa asked warily. They were speaking of a phone call from the previous night. Lisa's ex, Clarice, had called out of the blue. Lisa hadn't been able to believe the audacity of it, and had hung up on her, flat out. Clarice had been her girlfriend for two years in high school, and her best friend for two years before that. Then, a week after graduation, as Lisa was naively planning their life together, she'd come home to find her little brother on the couch, with Clarice fucking his brains out. "The bitch doesn't deserve a second chance," Lisa said angrily. "That's why you should call her back, right there," Sarah said, punctuating it with a quick kiss. "It's been over a year and you're still so angry at her. You need to put it behind you; get some closure. And I think a good way to do that might be to tell her how hurt you were." "Well, I wouldn't mind telling her off..." "Try to be nice. If shouting about it was gonna make you feel better, you'd be over it by now." "Fine, fine." -------------------------------------------- The next day, Lisa sat in their living room, looking at the number on the caller ID box. It was Clarice's cell phone number, still the same one she'd had in high school, and it brought back so many memories. It used to be that she could have called that number, and, no questions asked, they'd be together, seeing a movie, having a meal, or having each other. This phone call would be so different. Sarah had gone to class, and afterwards, she was going to help some friends move. Thierry, Lily, and Molly, the couple's closest friends. They'd gotten them an in to the building when a place opened up. Lisa liked hanging out with them mostly because it made her feel a little more normal. Sure, she was a dyke, but Lily and Molly were twin sisters, dating the same boy, and each other. Frankly, Lisa didn't know how they managed. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone and dialed Clarice's number. "Hello?" came the voice that used to make Lisa's knees weak. A voice still so sweet and girlie that it transported Lisa right back to high school. "Clarice," Lisa said. "We need to talk." She tried to make her voice sound flat and demanding, but she was to nervous even just to be talking to her again. "Oh, thank god you called back!" Clarice said. "Yes, we should talk. D'you wanna meet me at the Starbucks?" "Clarice," Lisa said, genuinely annoyed. "I'm at college now. I'm not in Tennessee." "Neither am I. I actually came up here." Lisa was speechless. "So why don't you meet me at Starbucks? I don't even have to say which one because, well, god this town is small." "Yeah, sure." Lisa said, dumbfounded. She hung up and then gathered some things absentmindedly into her purse, and put on her shoes. She scribbled a quick, vague note for Sarah about going out and being back later. She told herself that it was better this way, that telling her off in person would be so much better than over the phone. But deep in her heart, she knew it was something else. Despite all the pain and lies, Lisa just couldn't wait to see her again. -------------------------------------------- It wasn't hard to find her. It was early evening, and the Starbucks was not busy, not that it mattered. Clarice would have stood out in a crowd of a thousand. Her blonde hair was still past her shoulders, hanging straight and parted down the middle to frame her face. Her eyes were still that clear light blue, and still wide, like she was looking for something. She was shorter than Lisa's 6'2" buy about seven inches, and was still as gracefully slender as ever. She'd changed her style post high-school; gone were the GAP sweaters and other affectations of popularity. She wore long, loose skirt of browns and forest greens that made her look taller than she was, with brown knee-high boots under it. Her top was a black turtleneck, which somehow showed off her perky, small breasts by not doing anything to accentuate them. The sight almost killed Lisa. It just wasn't fair that Clarice was even more beautiful. Lisa sat down, inwardly still resenting Clarice her beauty. "Hi," Clarice said, her smile was warm and totally open. "I don't know how you think you can just 'Hi' me after what you did," Lisa said. Thinking about that sight, Clarice's perfect thighs spread as she rode Lisa's brother, made it a lot easier to stay angry at her, and Lisa was secretly happy to hear the ice in her own voice. Clarice, flinched, visibly hurt. "God, Lisa, I'm so sorry." "A year late for that, isn't it?" "Jesus, honey, I tried to apologize, but you wouldn't even talk to me." "Why the hell should I have talked to you? And what could you possibly have said that would have made it better? You fucked my brother for chrissake!" Lisa quieted down, grateful that place was practically empty. At a lower tone she continued, "I don't know what you could have said then that would have made it better, and quite frankly, I don't know what you could say now either." Clarice's head was in her hands. She was sniffling a little. "Jesus, Lisa, I was just stupid. I was just so fucking stupid." "Yeah, you were. I don't get it, why'd you do it? I mean, did you actually like him? You hardly ever even talked to him." Clarice looked up. Her blue eyes were ringed with red, threatening to cry. "God, no, I didn't like him. I hardly knew him. It wasn't about him. Hell, it wasn't even about you. It was about me." Lisa was confused. "I don't really see where you're going with this." "Y'know, it was easier for you. You've been gay since you were, what, eight? I mean, you always knew. But me, I was so confused. Growing up, I mean. I always looked at the boys because, well, that's what a girl is supposed to do. But then you came along and you just brought me with you, taking me places, taking me with you... I mean, fuck, I don't even know how to say it." Lisa was stunned. She started feeling a little a guilty. In her memory, their first time had been at a party at the end of sophomore year. They'd been drunk, and some boys had been hitting on them, and Clarice had been all ready to take off with one of them when the cops broke the party up. They'd stumbled back to Lisa's house, and one thing had just led to another. Thinking about it, Lisa realized she'd probably taken advantage of Clarice. Clarice started up again. "I mean, I'd only ever been with you. Hell, I'd barely even kissed a boy before. And after graduation, we were getting ready to go to college, and you were all set. But... fuck I was so stupid... I just didn't know yet, y'know? I still hadn't found out if that was really who I was. And wanted to talk to you about it, and I was scared to talk to you about it. I thought you'd get angry. And when I finally worked up the courage, with the help of a little vodka, you weren't home. But Morgan was... and... I never should have done it. If I was going to sleep with a guy, it really shouldn't have been your brother. But I just wanted to know for sure." There was a long pause. "Fuck, I just wish I hadn't. I was being dumb. I wanted to test myself, and you know what? I passed. Or failed, or something. I mean, it was awful. I just didn't like it. It wasn't me. And then you came home..." There was a very long pause. "I kept trying to call you. I know it was stupid, but I thought I could explain it to you. I wanted to make it up to you." Clarice looked up. "I've been wanting to make it up to you all the past year." Her hand suddenly found Lisa's across the table and squeezed it tightly, not in possession, but begging. "Please... Let me make it up to you." Lisa pulled her hand away. "I'm with someone now, Clarice." The look on her face was awful. Her heart was clearly broken, and Lisa was glad she now knew how it felt. "Please, Lisa." "No." "I know you still have feelings for me." "I really don't," Lisa said. But as she said it, she realized it wasn't really true. "Please, please let me make it up to you, please." Lisa felt her resolve wavering. It was her voice that did it. Her pleading. Her begging. Lisa remembered it too well. How she'd make Clarice beg, and make her plead, for release. How she'd deny her for hours at a time teasing, and the arousal she would feel at the power of controlling her. Guiltily, she realized she was wet right now. She could feel the damp of her panties against her mons. "No, Clarice, no, I won't." But as she spoke, her voice and resolve broke at the same time. And she knew that Clarice could tell. There was the slightest smile as Clarice spoke. "Please. I'll make it up to you, please." With every 'please' Lisa lost more power. She made one final effort not to give in. "No, Clarice, no. I'm with someone else, there's no place for you." "My place has always been, and will always be, below you," Clarice said. "You know it as well as I do." "No, that's not true." "If it's not, that what's that in your purse?" Lisa was confused. She looked down at where her carryall was stashed under the table and was shocked to see her strap-on inside it. "Wha-" "You brought it. You must have known." Looking at it, Lisa realized that she had brought it. Without even thinking about it, she'd slipped it in the bag. The strap-on they had bought together, ordering it online at the age of seventeen. Eight inches long, thick black, full harness... god, they'd been ambitious as teenagers. "No,"Lisa said. She stood up, and ran to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror. She had more self control than this. She knew she did. She sat down on the toilet, feeling her resolve disappearing. Suddenly the door opened, and Clarice was with her, bringing Lisa's purse. Clarice knelt in front of her on the tile floor, putting her hands on Lisa's knees. She leaned up and forward, kissing her delicately. "Please,"Clarice said one last time, breathing the words against Lisa's lips, "Let me make it up to you, mistress." Lisa stood, slowly. With practiced ease, as if no time had passed at all, Clarice unbuttoned and unzipped Lisa's jeans, pulling them and her panties down to her ankles. Her tongue found it's way into the folds of Lisa's pussy, pushing deeper without hesitation. She curled it back, pulling the musky nectar from within and then rubbing it onto Lisa's clit without hesitation. Lisa ran her hands through Clarice's smooth hair, slowly lacing her fingers behind her head. Clarice broke off from her clit and moved lower, until her tongue was poised over Lisa's anus. She slipped it quickly, giving her the pleasure she hadn't had in over a year, as Sarah was against all anal play. Lisa arched her back, and then Clarice moved a finger to replace her tongue. Lisa put a hand under Clarice's jaw and pulled her face away for a moment. "You remember the old rules?" she asked. Clarice's eyes shined and she nodded her head. "Yes. I don't stop, I don't halt, I don't do anything unless you tell me to." Lisa smiled down at her and brushed her cheek. "Good girl," she said. "Continue." Lisa obediently dove her mouth down, licking and sucking Lisa's clit, and slowly introducing two fingers into Lisa's now gushing cunny. While Clarice worked, Lisa pulled off her shirt and bra. She could see their reflection in the mirror over the sink. "Clarice. Take off your top." "Yes mistress," she said, pausing only briefly to remove her black shirt, revealing the smooth bumps of her small breasts, and the small, pebble like pink nipples at their tips. She returned to her work immediately. It looked much better now, to Lisa. In the reflection she could see her own breasts, which were prominent against her toned, athletic body. Her tanned skin and brunette hair falling about her shoulders. Her own shaved slit was obscured by Clarice's blond head, angled up, to eat her out. Looking down, Lisa saw the tense muscles in Clarice's neck and throat as she strained to please her. Her eyes were closed as well, concentrating fully on the task before her. Lisa squeezed one of her own breasts with one hand, while the other worked it's way into Clarice's fine hair, gathering up a thick handful. Holding tight, she pulled back on her hair, forcing Clarice's head back even further. "Good slave," Lisa murmured. Clarice responded by the slow reintroduction of her middle finger into Lisa's ass, while her thumb plunged fully into her quim. Lisa tightened her hold further as she felt pursed lips tightening around her clit, tugging at it with suction. Lisa came quickly, her fluid gushing down around Clarice's mouth and chin, and Lisa held her there, forcing her to suck it up and to soak in it. "Clean me," Lisa said, and Clarice obeyed, licking up the rivulets of juice that had run down her thighs. "Put it on me," she commanded, and Clarice did. She pulled the strap-on out of the bag, and tightened the belt around Lisa's waist, then the straps that secured it to her thighs. She reached between it and Lisa, making sure that the little knob which cradled and stimulated Lisa's clit was properly in place. "Stand." Clarice did it without hesitation. Lisa lifted up her loose skirt, revealing the plain cotton panties beneath. Contemptuously, she tore them apart, revealing the pink folds and neatly trimmed blonde thatch above them. Dipping one finger inside, Lisa could feel that she wasn't quite ready to take the dildo. She was still pretty tight, and probably not wet enough either. "Hmm," Lisa said. "Not ready yet?" Clarice bowed her head. "Not just yet, I've been so nervous that you wouldn't take me back..." Her eyes brightened, looking up at Lisa. "Well, I can't take you back if I can't take you." "You... You could loosen my up with your tongue..." Clarice suggested meekly. Lisa looked at her. "You haven't earned that yet. Sit down." Clarice sat on the toilet, keeping her skirt up and bunched against her stomach. Lisa knelt down briefly towards Clarice's slit. Looking up, she could see the hope in her eyes. Smiling, Lisa hocked up and spat on her cunt. Clarice shuddered. Lisa spat on her face too, then bit her nipple, quick and hard. With one hand resting gently against Clarice's pussy, she could feel that the humiliation had worked; she was now wetter than ever. "It's better than you deserve." "Yes, mistress," Clarice gasped, her eyes closed. "Stand and bend over." Clarice obeyed, bending at the waist and bracing herself on the toilet seat. Lisa stuck a finger inside her again, and wiped some of the natural lubricant on the tip of her faux penis. Looking down at Clarice's exposed body, Lisa smiled. She had the power again, and it felt great. Without any warning, Lisa bypassed Clarice's pussy and went straight for her ass, quickly plunging the dildo halfway inside. Clarice cried out, her body trying to escape forward, but only finding the back of the toilet and the wall in front of her. Lisa grabbed the back of Clarice's neck and held her tightly as she began to push forward, mercilessly working her way into Clarice's unprepared sphincter, while her face was pressed against the cool tile of the wall. "This is your punishment," Lisa said in a fierce hiss. "This is your atonement and penance. You will pay the price for your sins, and when I am finished," she said, punctuating key words with ruthless thrusts, "You will be forgiven. Until then you are a low thing, not even worthy of the pain I'm giving to you." Inwardly, Lisa was surprised at the speech. Somewhere, it seemed, a bit of catholic girls school had managed to stick with her. "I understand, mistress," Clarice choked out. With a few more uncompromising motions, the dildo was buried to the hilt. Clarice was half collapsed, her breasts squashed beneath her onto the cold top of the toilet. She was sobbing quietly, but she did not try to get away. Pulling halfway out, Lisa smacked her, hard, on the ass, twice on each cheek, then thrust all the way back in. As a punishment, it slowly lost it's effectiveness. Clarice was no stranger to being pegged, and with each thrust, her body accustomed itself to the intrusion. Soon she was no longer sobbing but moaning, and grinding her hips back against Lisa. For her part, the little knob on the inside was doing it's job, tweaking and stimulating her clit. After several minutes, Lisa pulled out and then moved, all in one thrust, into Clarice's neglected pussy. Clarice made a guttural moan, and Lisa growled in response. She leaned forward, resting her bare breasts against Clarice's smooth, bare back. She continued with evenly paced thrusts, reaching around to cup Clarice's small, hard tits. Bringing one hand down, she pinched Clarice's clit without pity. Her lips fastened around Clarice's earlobe. "Have you come, pet?" she whispered. "Three times, mistress." "Good." Lisa pulled out unceremoniously. "Clean it off." Again Clarice used her tongue, sucking and licking the dildo clean. Kneeling on the floor, her hands were folded neatly in her lap as her blonde head bobbed up and down. Lisa looked down at her. The sight of that beatific face slowly deep throating the vile length of the dildo was an epiphany for Lisa. Watching it happen, Lisa realized that the only thing that truly got her off was ruin. The thing got her juices flowing better than anything was taking something beautiful and using it up. Her first time with the virginal Clarice, she had taken advantage of her drunken state. The first time with Sarah had practically been rape. Lisa saw this truth about herself, and began to smile. Watching Clarice obediently clean her, Lisa began to have all sorts of wicked ideas.