4 comments/ 46770 views/ 10 favorites Daughters - Amanda By: Lisa Summers Daughters of the American Evolution -- Amanda This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. Amanda's story is a sequel to Eve's story of how it began.... * Amanda Meerpol was shopping at David Jones in Melbourne, when a slim young woman with long, blonde hair reached across her for a silk blouse hanging on the rack. It seemed a little bit of a stretch, as there were similar blouses closer to the woman - girl, really - but Amanda didn't really think that much of it. A Muzak version of Ace of Base's 'The Sign', composed for violin, was playing softly over the department store's PA system. "That's a rather lovely shirt, do you think?" the girl commented. Her soft words belied her expression, rather much like a cat ready to pounce. "Yes, it is," Amanda said. "It would look nice on you, with your eyes and complexion," the girl commented. "Do you think so?" Amanda replied, surprised. She was used to not being noticed, in spite of the fact that her family was one of the wealthiest in Australia. She had been raised by her parents to be an independent thinker, a strong young woman, and to maintain the highest standards of conduct. In the early months of 1996, there was less of the appetite for personal notoriety that we experience today among the wealthy young. Amanda much preferred keeping a low profile, though her social life suffered for it. In addition, Amanda was hardly a striking beauty. Handsome is the usual term, and it was expected that eventually, the twenty three year old would find a young man to marry, and continue the Meerpol line. Her parents, Alexander and Victoria would expect no less, being entirely staid and conventional, but devoted to each other and to their daughter Amanda, and a younger brother, Simon, aged sixteen. Amanda was hardly ugly. But her 'thick' body - just not quite thin enough in the waist, with small breasts and hips too big, but ass too small, made her look awkward and cow-like when compared to the daughters of other wealthy folk. And although her nose, much too big for a debutante, could be fixed with plastic surgery, she was horrified by the idea of cutting into her body just to make herself superficially better. Her hair, at least, was quite presentable, a glossy and thick auburn, long and wavy, resting lightly on her shoulders like a lover's touch. But those who were graced by Amanda's smile often described it as nearly beatific, and her green eyes were angelic. When she smiled, her eyes lighting up, superficial 'magazine' beauties couldn't hold a candle to her. Combined with her sweet, generous nature, she was sure to find a very worthy beau, when the time came. Her parents supported her totally. They knew how important it was that she develop her inner beauty, rather than make exterior and superficial changes. They all agreed that her teeth did need some cosmetic straightening, though, and so all the Meerpols supported her getting braces. While they would result in a much nicer smile, eventually, the metal braces did cause her overall look temporarily to suffer a bit. It was a minor setback to her self confidence. It was to the credit of Amanda and her parents, that in spite of these exterior issues, she had grown up to become a sweet and loving young woman, though, it must be conceded, one whose social calendar had some rather glaring vacancies. Amanda was in many ways, what many think that a woman should be - less interested in superficial things, and more interested in being a good person. Her charitable efforts alone were truly noteworthy, and her kindness to those with less than she possessed was inspiring. Amanda had secured a position as a features reporter for the Melbourne Penny Saver, a local paper chock a block full of ads, and miscellaneous articles as filler. Although not yet a paying position, she felt that it might help her to get a full-time place at the paper eventually. It was charming that she chose that route to a career, in light of the fact that her father could have bought the paper several times over, and not missed the money. Amanda had already experienced a few attempts by gold-digging men to get their hooks into her family's fortunes. She and her parents were ever on guard for the depredations of such men. Amanda smiled at the young woman, noticing that she was rather attractive, if a little rough-edged. "Thank you, that's very sweet," Amanda said. "Oh, but it's true," the girl replied, smiling herself. "Would you be interested in a spot of tea? I have a coupon..." Amanda was intrigued by a shopper at DJ's, as it was known by Australians, producing a coupon for tea, as inexpensive as it was already, and thought she might have an interesting story to tell. Perhaps one that she could adapt for the Penny Saver. Why...perhaps she had gotten her coupon from the Penny Saver! "Surely," she responded. Holding out her hand, she said, "My name's Amanda." "Pleased to meet you," the girl replied. "I'm Ellen." * * * * The two hit it off immediately. Amanda had never met another woman who was so interested in hearing what SHE had to say. She went on and on about her life, her desires and her hopes for the future for so long, that she feared she might have bored poor Ellen to death. "Oh dear, I don't think I've ever talked about myself so much!" Amanda sighed. "Please, enough about me...please tell me about yourself, Ellen." Ellen protested that there really wasn't that much to tell, but that she'd recently left her job working with animal care, and was looking for employment elsewhere, and that in the meantime she was casting about for volunteer work she might do with animal rescues. "Oh! Do you really mean it?" Amanda exclaimed. "Yes, I'm quite fond of animals, particularly dogs," Ellen replied. "What a wonderful coincidence," Amanda said, clasping her hands together. "I volunteer for a canine rescue shelter - we take in all sorts of pooches - oh, say that you'll come work with us, please!" "Well...I suppose I could..." Ellen allowed. "But just until I find a real, paying job," she warned. "Oh goodness, you needn't worry about that. I'm certain we can find you something you'll like." Amanda's eyes and smile really were quite lovely, and Ellen could see that in her as the wealthy young woman took Ellen's hands in hers. "I just KNOW we'll be great friends!" Amanda gushed. "I'm certain that you're correct," Ellen said, smiling herself. * * * * It was no more than a week after their tea, that Ellen and Amanda met again, this time at the 'Heeler Sanctuary', the canine shelter to which Amanda introduced Ellen. It was after a few shared lunches that Amanda experienced a slight fever, and odd, jumbled dreams. Fortunately, Ellen volunteered to come over of an evening, and see that Amanda was put to bed and her apartment put right. "You're such a dear," Amanda sighed, as Ellen sat by her bedside, a cool, moist flannel on Amanda's forehead. "I have no idea where I caught this flu, or cold, or whatever..." "I believe there's something going around," Ellen said confidently. "I'm sure you'll be fine, and back on your feet anytime now." "Well, thank you for troubling yourself over me," Amanda said, her eyes already beginning to close. Lassitude covered her like fog on the Scottish moors. "Rest easy," Ellen whispered, picking up a book that she'd brought along. "What are you read-" Amanda began, her words trailing off into a snuffle as she sank into sleep. "Why, it's 'Dark Angels, by Pam Keesey, dearest," Ellen said. She smiled. "But I see that you've fallen asleep, so I shan't describe it to you, dear girl. I'm certain that you'll discover it on your own." After another fifteen minutes or so, Ellen set her book down, and looked at Amanda. The girl was sound asleep, already passing into the dream stage, her eyes moving slightly under her lids, and small sighs and moans escaping her lips. Ellen lightly set herself down onto the bed next to Amanda, then began easing the coverlet back. Amanda was clad in a long, but thin cotton night gown, the very vision of purity. That made what Ellen was about to do, all the more exciting for its wickedness. Ellen began lightly caressing the girl's exposed ankles and calves, her fingers skating over the girl's soft and smooth skin, her complexion exquisite and unmarred in any way. As she softly massaged and soothed the heated girl's flesh, Amanda would toss and turn distractedly, but not awaken. As she did so, the fabric would loosen, allowing Ellen to move it upwards a few inches. After perhaps an hour, the gown was bunched up around Amanda's waist. An incredibly long time for a man to work on seduction, Ellen thought, but for a woman with goals such as hers, hardly any time at all, and certainly time well spent. Lying in bed next to Amanda, Ellen considered that the criticisms of Amanda's body, particularly those directed towards her nether regions, were quite overblown. From her perspective, particularly of Amanda's mons and her sweet little ass cheeks, all covered by plain, spotlessly white panties, the view was rather spectacular and mouth-watering, even if Ellen did not believe herself to be a lesbian, interested in such things. She continued caressing Amanda, feeling the heat coming off the girl, most of it from the fever, but perhaps some small part from Ellen's attentions. Her hands roamed as far north as the girl's stomach and midriff, regions still blessed with girlish baby fat, something that many of the girl's future lovers would continue to find charming well into her thirties. Amanda sighed, then came to rest on her back, her legs pulling up slightly, innocently directing the gusset of her panties to Ellen's interested view. Ellen brought her fingertips to a spot just over the faint ridge that Amanda's labia made in the thin cotton fabric, and then scraped the very tip of fingernail along, down one puffy ridge and up the adjacent one. As Ellen caressed Amanda's sweet, plump pudenda, she used her other hand to massage her own swollen and heated clitoris, coming quickly, the first of many she would grant herself that night. Amanda sighed, her legs falling further away from her sexual center, tempting Ellen to take more direct action. But, Ellen had a plan, and would follow it to her goal. She continued caressing Amanda's swollen and hot labia with the sharp tip of her fingernail, moving ever closer to the small pearl that she knew was centered between them, building excitement inside the sleeping woman. Amanda's hips would begin rotating slightly as Ellen's teasing fingertip neared her increasingly anxious clitoris, until a small wet spot appeared in the white fabric at the bottom edge of her slit. Amanda moaned, loudly, and Ellen was momentarily fearful that the fevered woman would awaken. She slowed her caresses, and Amanda sighed, then mumbled something under her breath. Very slowly and carefully, Ellen eased her index finger under the gusset of Amanda's panties, into the liquid silk of the wet spot, and coated her fingertip in the girl's hot, creamy and sweetly fragrant liquid. Lifting the stretched fabric with her other hand, Ellen eased her now-wet finger out from under, then brought it to Amanda's lips, softly and carefully coating the girl's lips and nose with the sweet, creamy fluid expression of a woman's desire. Then she brought her lips to Amanda's, and as she pressed them lightly into the girl's soft red lips, also brought the heel of her hand to press down on Amanda's clitoris, which had been completely ignored until then. Ellen felt Amanda's hips quake and shake as she came suddenly, fully in her sleep, the girl moaning into Ellen's mouth, her tongue thrashing about like a fire hose escaping a firefighter's grasp. Ellen resisted the temptation to kiss her more deeply, or even do anything beyond that, slowly withdrawing from contact with the sweet, young girl, then easing off her bed, and leaving the girl's apartment, but leaving her book behind. * * * * "Hi, Ellen," Amanda said, as Ellen put the phone to her ear. "Hi!" Ellen responded perkily. "How are you feeling?" "I wanted to apologize....I must have fallen asleep...it was so rude of me," Amanda said. "Oh no," Ellen responded. "I was happy to see that you got into bed safely. I let myself out. I guess you slept well....?" "Well, sort of," Amanda responded. "I slept until nine - that's two hours more than I usually sleep." She hesitated. "But, I think I had some wild dreams..." "Like what?" Ellen asked. "I don't know for sure," Amanda said. "I just know they were...wild." "Well...do you feel up to do anything today? Maybe getting out would do you some good. Would you like to come with me to Kay Craddock? There's a book on flower arranging I wanted to get, maybe you could find something you'd like?" "That sounds nice," Amanda admitted. "It wouldn't be an imposition on you, would it?" "Oh no, I'd love to see you again," Ellen said, warmly. "Besides, I HAVE to come over, I left my book there...silly me." "Yes, I'd like to see you, too," Amanda said. Ellen smiled to herself. "Then it's a date," Ellen said. "Um, we'll take the bus?" "Oh, no, let me drive. I have a car, I'll pick you up?" "Oh, okay," Ellen replied. "Would in an hour be okay?" "That'd be perfect," Amanda said, excited now. "It'll be SO nice to get out...and to see you again." Ellen's pussy tingled. The two connected an hour later, and chatted as Amanda drove Ellen and herself to the bookstore. After browsing for about an hour, and after Ellen bought a book that she would later toss in the trash, the two had lunch at a small café a block away from the bookstore. "I don't know where my fever came from, but I think I'm getting much better," Amanda said, looking across the table at Ellen. Ellen's hair seemed to almost sparkle, and her eyes were warm, her smile, and her lips seemed like a magnet for Amanda's eyes. "I'm so glad," Ellen said. "I thought you'd be okay when I left, but you seemed to be dreaming almost as soon as you fell asleep. "Yes..." Amanda said. "Um...have you ever had, um, sex dreams?" Ellen thought back to when she was converted. Her dreams had been overwhelming, as though she had been immersed in an all-girl orgy. And SO realistic! Waking up with wet sheets from the number and intensity of her dream-induced orgasms had become normal, and the orgasms were nearly as wonderful as those she experienced when having sex with another girl - but not with guys, not anymore.... "Yes...once in a while," she lied. "Did you have a sex dream last night?" she teased. Amanda's face reddened. "Well...yes," she admitted. "Well, I think that's perfectly normal, don't you?" Ellen asked. "I mean, girls can think about sex, and dream about sex, and have sex these days. Men can't stop that." Ellen tried to stop herself from finishing the sentence but failed. She hoped that Amanda wouldn't catch her slip. To her relief, Amanda not only missed her misstep, but interpreted it as a reference to her own dreams of the night before. "It's funny," Amanda said. "I had a sexy dream...dreams...last night, and it didn't involve any men. Do you think that means anything?" She looked questioningly at her new friend. "You mean it was about girls?" Ellen asked innocently. "Yes," Amanda said. "I can't tell you the most embarrassing part." It was obvious to Ellen that Amanda was dying to tell her the most embarrassing part. "Oh no, what?" Ellen said. "I couldn't," Amanda said, blushing, but excited. "Well, I don't think you can call me your friend if you're going to hint that it was embarrassing - and I think, exciting - and then not tell me!" Ellen said, in mock anger. "Oh, I AM your friend!" Amanda affirmed. "Do you promise you'll never tell anyone...and also, not take it personally?" She looked nervously at her friend. "I promise...all of that. So c'mon, spill it! You've got me dying of curiosity!" Ellen was feeling rather more excitement at the prospect of getting into Amanda's panties, of tasting Amanda's hot nectar, of hearing her sighs and moans of pleasure and feeling her squirm with desperate Sapphic need...but knew that the excitement on her face that she was unable to hide, would be interpreted by the heiress as excitement at her story. Besides, Ellen was more focused on the pleasure she was feeling at her clitoris, which was transmitting delightful tingles radiating through her lower body at the sensual dance the two women were performing. "Um, okay," Amanda said. Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper, and she leaned forward across the table. Ellen did the same, her face approaching Amanda's. Ellen smiled when she saw Amanda's eyes attracted to her lips, and knew that Amanda was thinking of kissing Ellen, though that wouldn't happen with such a wide table in the way. The thought was enough...for now, part of Amanda's progression to a new way of life. Amanda hesitated, then her confession spilled promiscuously from the girl's luscious lips. "Oh Ellen, YOU were in the dream!" "Me?" Ellen said, faking a look of surprise. "What was I doing?" Amanda reddened. "I don't know where these ideas even came from. I swear I've never thought about...being with...another girl. Um, you and I, were kissing-" "That doesn't sound so bad," Ellen said. "Oh, that was just the start," Amanda said. "But...honestly.... it felt so heavenly," she said, a little wistfully. "I'm so bad," she said, barely able to look into Ellen's eyes. "Um, maybe that would feel nice - in real life, I mean," Ellen said, then shrugged, as if to indicate that it wasn't important to her. "So, what else?" Ellen stared frankly into Amanda's green eyes "Oh god," Amanda said. "Well..." her pause was so drawn out that Ellen felt the temptation to reach across the table and slap her. But she resisted the impulse, and Amanda resumed. "First, you kissed my breasts and nipples - this is after we kissed for a really long time - oh, and we were naked. Then you kissed your way down my stomach, and kissed me...there." "You mean on your...>i>vagina?" Ellen giggled. "How did you even think of such a thing?" Ellen asked. "I don't know!" Adana exclaimed. "I swear I never..." She looked confused, as though she were having trouble remembering exactly what she 'never'. "How did it feel?" Ellen asked. "You've had sex, right?" Amanda asked confidentially. "It's 1996, girl," Ellen said. "I'm pretty sure every girl who's been to college has had sex." "Well, it felt like that - you know, when it's with the right guy, AND he knows what he's doing." The two giggled, though inside Ellen was seething. "So....a dream 'me' went down on you, and you came...and you REALLY liked it?" Ellen said, matter-of-factly. "That's about it," Amanda admitted. "Except..." "Except?" Ellen asked, her eyebrows elevating slightly. "Except that - it was with a lot of women, not just you, and they did things with their fingers, too...and I, I did it to them - and to you, too." Amanda's face was bright red. "Well, I think that sounds nice," Ellen said. "Really?" Amanda said, surprised. "I thought that you'd be shocked." "Oh, it does sound unusual, I guess, but dreams can be a very pleasant way to relax and spend the night, and that's tons better than if you were being chased by a guy with an axe, right?" Amanda nodded. Daughters - Amanda "Besides, you had a fever, so you were completely so not responsible for your dreams." Eve held her hands out, with the palms up, as if to say that it was a self-evident truth. Amanda smiled. "Of course!" she said. "That's it. It wasn't me at all." "Definitely not you," Ellen said. "Now, if you were having those dreams all of the time, then, it might be an expression of an inner need..." "But a one-time thing, that's nothing, right?" "No, nothing at all," Ellen confirmed. "That's a relief," Amanda said. Then, seeking to be complimentary, she said, "But it really was a sweet kiss we had. That doesn't make me a, um, lesbian, does it? That I liked kissing you, in my dream?" "No, of course not," Ellen said. "It just means that you're a very loving person, and that we're becoming the best of friends. Um, I guess we should go..." The two stood, then walked toward the door. As they passed through, the door closing behind them, when Amanda turned to say something, Ellen leaned forward and kissed her, their lips pressing together warmly. Amanda froze in surprise, which allowed Ellen to keep her lips on Amanda's for more than just a 'fleeting' kiss, then she moved away. "There," Ellen said. "See, it's not really sexual at all." Amanda looked dazed. "No....uh, no," Amanda said. Under her breath she murmured, "not sexual." Ellen was pleased at having just watered the seed she had first planted days ago, and which she had fertilized last night. She took Amanda's hand as they walked - an entirely natural gesture between two girlfriends, until they got to Amanda's car. They were driving back to Ellen's, when she spoke up. "I was thinking...since it's so late and all - would you like to stay over for dinner? It would be payback for you driving...and I would think you probably don't feel like cooking, being under the weather..." "That does sound nice," Amanda conceded. When they arrived at Ellen's small apartment, Ellen said, "Would you talk with me while I change? I'm afraid I'm a little sweaty from our time out." Amanda followed Ellen to her bedroom. "What a lovely apartment," she said, though in all honesty she thought it looked rather utilitarian. There were even a few beakers and flasks of clearish liquids on a table near the door. "Are you sure I wouldn't be imposing?" "I love having you as company," Ellen said, truthfully. "It's been lonely...I don't have a boyfriend." She sounded wistful. "Or a girlfriend, for that matter." She giggled, and after a few seconds, Amanda smiled. "A pretty girl like you?" Amanda said, her eyebrows arched. "I guess I'm just too old-fashioned," Ellen said coyly. "Besides, what does a beautiful girl like you know about being lonely?" Amanda stared at Ellen, trying to understand if she were being funny or not. "I'm not beautiful," she said, quietly, almost disbelieving that anyone could say something like that about her. "I'm sorry, but whoever told you that, was out of their mind," Ellen said, flatly, not smiling. "You...really think I look okay?" Amanda said. "No...I said 'beautiful'," Ellen said, turning to look directly into Amanda's eyes. Then she lightly took hold of Amanda's elbows as she stood facing her. "I don't know who messed up your confidence, but you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met." She looked fierce. "If I were a man, I'd fuck you within an inch of your life!" Amanda looked startled, then shivered. "You're very sweet," she said, still dismissing the comment, her eyes downcast, until she made the mistake of looking up into Ellen's eyes. The hungry look on Ellen's face broke Amanda apart emotionally, and Ellen knew that her conquest would be complete. "You REALLY think I look beautiful?" Amanda whispered, and broke down crying, as Ellen embraced her. Amanda's body shook in Ellen's arms, as her emotions completely overcame her. "There, there...it's alright, it's alright...just let it go," Ellen soothed Amanda, over and over for long minutes, as Amanda just eventually ran down, finally limp in Ellen's arms. At her very moment of peak emotional vulnerability, Ellen lifted up Amanda's chin with her finger, then slowly brought her lips to Amanda's, their lips coming together more passionately than Amanda had ever experienced with anyone before. Combined with the effects that the virus was working inside her brain, there was no possibility that Amanda could possibly resist Ellen. From Amanda's perspective, the kiss was magical, Warm streams of love seemed to flow from Ellen to Amanda, her lips feeling a light current of energy, not a shock in any way, but rather a source of power, recharging batteries inside her that she had never known she possessed, or dreamed would need recharging. As their kiss progressed past a simple communion between two friends into a melding of two lovers-to-be, their bodies grew closer, and Amanda became acutely aware of Ellen's delightful presence. Her breasts intimately pressing into her own, excited Amanda's nipples, until she feared that their enlargement and turgidity might frighten Ellen - though that was not likely, considering Ellen's hidden goals. Ellen moaned into Amanda's mouth - partially a deliberate provocation, partially a reflexive response to the real pleasure that a woman's kiss was bringing to the experienced lesbian. Ellen's hands lightly caressed Amanda's shoulders and lower back, almost imperceptibly pulling Amanda deeper into her, like a predator spider consuming its prey. Completely unaware of Ellen's intent, Amanda responded naturally, though her growing ardor was fueled by the rewiring of her circuitry that the virus was performing. She could feel the heat flowing off Ellen, and interpreted it as passion, and quickly grew beyond any further conscious thought, her body and mind now moving into lockstep with the sapphic responses that Ellen was seeking. Ellen moved her left hand from Amanda's lower back, to her breast, squeezing it through Amanda's blouse and bra, the stiffness of her nipple very evident through the fabric. Amanda made no objection, but moaned and removed her mouth from Ellen's, keeping her cheek against the blonde's cheek, her hot breath racing over Ellen's cheek. "Yes, yes," Amanda moaned, thrusting her upper body into Ellen. Ellen chuckled throatily. "I want you," she murmured, her words skating over Amanda's flushed cheek and filling her ear. Her nod of assent was almost imperceptible, but quite plain to Ellen, full permission to ravage the emotionally needy woman. Ellen brought her lips back to Amanda's, the two women passionately grappling, one with emotional need, the other with hungry lust. Ellen slipped her hand into Amanda's blouse, fingers slipping between buttons, and over the top of her bra cup, to caress and hold Amanda's warm flesh. Amanda gasped as Ellen's tongue slid into her mouth, two sweet insinuations overcoming any doubts she might have felt, inhibitions quickly melting away. "Ohhh....ohhhhh," Amanda sighed, not sure of what she should do, but increasingly certain of what she didn't want to do. She wanted the pleasure of Ellen's touch to go on all night. "Ohh....please," she murmured into Ellen's mouth, her hands coming up to cradle Ellen's head and keep her close. She was only barely aware through her fog of sensual excitement, that Ellen was moving them both over to the nearby bed. Thus, she was surprised when Ellen abruptly pushed her backwards, and, feeling some blunt object behind her knees force her legs to bend and she sat with a loud "Whoof!" Then she giggled, and smiled up at Ellen, her eyes momentarily widening when Ellen literally leaped onto the bed, landing on her shins, and straddling Amanda's thighs. Ellen stared hungrily into Amanda's innocent green eyes, her hands descended onto Amanda's breast. Ellen's lips once again met Amanda's, as her fingers busily began unbuttoning Amanda's bothersome buttons. This time, Amanda became a little bit more the aggressor, letting her tongue slide over Ellen's, dripping with oddly peach-tasting saliva, swallowing her new girl friend's juices, and feeling naughtier, but intensely more sexy, than she ever had in her twenty-three years. She felt Ellen sucking in the air from her mouth, and from her lungs. The intimacy of such a novel experience hit Amanda hard, her clit pinging pulses of ecstasy through her pelvis, radiating warm rings of pleasurable fire all the way to her extremities. Ellen pushed Amanda's blouse back onto her shoulders, uncovering her cloth-covered breasts. She leaned down and kissed them, through the lacy fabric, then slipped her hands under Amanda's arms and unhooked her bra, then pulled it forward, where the bra and blouse became hopelessly tangled. Ellen laughed as she pulled back, looking into Amanda's eyes once again. Amanda giggled drunkenly, feeling tipsy, whether from her fever or something else, she couldn't say. "Help me get this off you," Ellen growled. "I want to fuck you." Amanda was stunned. She had deliberately avoided thinking about where all this was leading - it wasn't as though she were expert at seductions in any case. She mentally formulated a demurral, something along the lines of, "We can't do this," - but was very surprised when she heard her own voice saying, "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Ellen...fuck me until I cum!" With that, Ellen ripped Amanda's blouse off her arms, the redhead disbelieving the sound of tearing fabric, but not caring as she sank into a sea of lesbian lust. Ellen threw the shards of cloth across her body, to flutter to the floor, then wrestled the bra off, sliding it down Amanda's arms. Amanda gasped, threw her head back, her mouth lewdly open, and cupped her breasts like a well-practiced porn slut, offering her small, but well-formed tits to her ravager. "Suck me?" she asked timidly, subsequently gratified as she felt Ellen's warm, wet mouth descend on each breast in turn. She yelped when Ellen bit into each nipple, initially shocked from pain, but more shocked by the two orgasms that followed the sharp but brief agony. "Oh jesuschristgod it hurt...oh oh ohhh feels so good," she moaned deliriously, not at all in control of anything anymore, only hoping desperately in a small hidden corner of her brain, that Ellen wouldn't hurt her too badly, the rest of her mind and body desiring exactly that wicked outcome, and knowing that she would never do anything to stop it. Ellen stepped back, off the bed, looking down at the submissively waiting Amanda, her nipples red and swollen, a small drop of blood hanging from one, and began stripping. Pulling off her blouse, then bra, followed by skirt and panties, she undressed in a decidedly un-seductive way, anxious only to get naked to fulfill her wanton lust. In spite of Ellen's lack of effort in making her al fresco strip show interesting, Amanda was, nonetheless, fascinated. She hadn't seen all that many other girls' pussies in her life, and certainly none in the context of what she imagined would be occurring. Ellen's pussy was almost exotic, as her labia and clitoris were naturally quite large, whereas Amanda's labia were nearly nonexistent, and her clit quite tiny and petite. She sucked in her breath in wonder at the difference, but found Ellen's external genitalia visually stimulating. "Like it?" Ellen said, crudely, holding her labia apart with her fingers, her pink interior wet and gleaming, her clitoris a small, angry red cock. Amanda reddened - how had she gotten to such a state, and so fast? Still, her eyes were fixed on Ellen's pussy, and she couldn't possibly miss the fact that Ellen's thumb was caressing her clit, which was growing visibly larger with excitement. Ellen moved closer. Amanda felt like the filthiest, lowdown slut, like a whore who would offer herself to anyone for a dollar - and she loved the feeling. "Here, taste my cunt," Ellen said, offering her wetly gleaming index finger. The aroma of peaches grew stronger in Amanda's nostrils, along with the sweaty and musky smell that could only have been Ellen's pussy. Amanda was shocked to find her mouth watering, and her clit tingling. Even the ache in her nipples had disappeared. Ellen stood on the mattress, her hips pushed forward, then hooked her left hand behind Amanda's head, and jerked her face into her pussy. The fragrance was overwhelming - Amanda had most certainly never dug quite so deeply into the source of her own or anyone else's feminine perfume. "Eat me," Ellen ordered. It became the easiest thing in the world for Amanda to let her lips part, sucking in a slight whiff of Ellen's hot and moist pussy, creating a sensation of taste although no liquid had passed her lips. But a trickle of slick, viscous and hot liquor dripped off Ellen's labia, onto Amanda's lower lip. Reflexively, Amanda's tongue dabbed at the drops, finding them sweet and slickly slimy, and explored for more of the alluring taste and feel. "Ahh, yes," Ellen cooed, as Amanda's tongue tickled her labia. Her right hand separated her plump lips, and obediently, Amanda's tongue slipped inside Ellen's tight, wet hole, tentatively at first, then more and more enthusiastically, as her clit and her rewired brain directed Amanda's actions and reactions. Ellen pushed Amanda's head rhythmically into her pelvis, as though Amanda were expected to fuck Ellen's dripping cunt with her tongue and face. Amanda's face was dripping with Ellen's fluids, furiously lapping up the woman's pussy cream and swallowing it, finding herself growing beyond excited - far more excited than she'd ever been in a sexual situation before. She dug and nosed her way inside Ellen's pussy, desirous of crawling up the steaming vagina, eating, smelling, tasting, being one with the silky feminine flesh. Somewhere between smearing wetness on her cheeks, and lapping at Ellen's clit, Amanda spasmed in the most amazing orgasm of her life. "Unnh, unnh, unnh," grunted Ellen animalistically, mercilessly smacking her hard pelvic bone into Amanda's face. It was just like being punched in the nose to Amanda - the pain was indescribable, her eyes tearing up. "Goddamn!-" Amanda began to exclaim angrily, when a series of three short, sharp orgasms smashed through her. She had never encountered anything like what was happening to her in the grasp of this strange blonde. But she had to have more - no, nothing more, she just never wanted THIS to stop. And if pain was the price she'd have to pay to earn this pleasure, well, so be it. Her cunt - that was how she thought of her priceless feminine treasure at that moment, her cunt - was throbbing with pulses of hot delight, waves of pleasure running up her body from her clitoris, and down her legs, her clit feeling as though it were six inches long and still growing. Her orgasms were like waves on the beach during a typhoon, one following another, crashing ceaselessly and drowning the young woman in delight. Amanda kissed Ellen's pussy lovingly, worshipfully, her tongue flicking out like a snake's, licking up pearls of Ellen's cream, dripping at her slit. She looked up at Ellen, and Ellen could see the light of love there. It just needed one little added fillip. Ellen relaxed the muscles holding her bladder closed, and the flow of her pee slowly began. First, a few drops that joined in with her feminine cream, hardly noticeable to the infatuated initiate below her, then a more forceful stream. Ellen aided the flow by spreading her nether lips. "Wha - is that pee?" Amanda said, surprised, shocked and at first, feeling betrayed at the gross insult. "Oh yes," Ellen cooed. "It's for you, love, drink my pee, I want you to have it, cum for me again," she said. Before meeting a woman like Ellen, Amanda would, of course, have walked away from such a perversion. It was unnatural to drink another woman's piss, particularly straight from her body. But this was another Amanda, one quite different from she who existed weeks before. This Amanda judged that the pleasure of cumming while a woman's hot urine dripped from her face, and filled her mouth, was worth any submission and humiliation required. Actually, the submission and humiliation made her orgasms - and there were perhaps a dozen - all the sweeter. There was no chance that Amanda would ever be able to resist this kind of ecstasy, nor do I think you would either, given the circumstances -- an empty seeming life enriched by the most irresistible of pleasures. Gone were thoughts of her family, of her modest and honest life. Amanda had met a kind of drug that no woman seemed able to resist. Amanda opened her mouth wider, to catch as much of Ellen's salty, hot and golden urine as she possibly could, gulping it down like a woman wandering the Gobi Desert might greet a chance at lifesaving elixir. Her face was dripping, her clothes sodden with fluids, and she smelled, well, as you might imagine she'd smell. And she had never been happier. Finally, Ellen was finished having her way with Amanda. She, too, had cum, though only three or four times, but intensely. She was more interested in controlling and initiating Amanda, than she was in her own pleasure, given that she knew she could gain as much pleasure from the girl as she liked in the future. Besides, Ellen had more important goals, and more important uses for Amanda. "Well, gosh, that was unexpected," Ellen said innocently. Amanda looked at her disbelievingly. "You didn't know that I would cum?" she asked. "No, it just seemed, I don't know, like you wanted that to happen," Ellen said, her eyes frank. "But, I had no idea -" Amanda protested. "Well, good, because what you did was perverted," Ellen said, unsmiling. "Perverted?" Amanda cried, shocked at being called a pervert. "But I --" "You had an orgasm, didn't you!" Ellen said, accusingly. "Probably more than one." Amanda was silent. "Well?" Ellen said. "Um...yes," Amanda replied quietly. "I thought so," Ellen responded. "You showed that you're a base creature, an animal, you used me to satisfy your lust." "Oh, god no, it's nothing like that," the poor, bewildered girl cried. "No...I'm a good girl, I wouldn't-" "It's okay, I understand," Ellen said, now soothingly. "I can help you with your animal appetites, help you convince the world that you're a nice person, not some filthy slut..." Amanda was truly torn. She wanted desperately to have the world think she was a kind, good person. But on the other hand, she now knew that she was indeed a filthy slut, that she reveled in the degradation and humiliation that Ellen had uncovered, entirely innocently. She had to have Ellen's help in feeding her filthy side, but still protecting her image, no matter how false Ellen had shown it to be. "Please, Ellen, you've got to help me," Amanda pleaded. "Please don't tell anyone." "I'd like to think I could do that," Ellen said, her eyes wide and innocent. "But how do I know you won't give in to your lusts?" "I promise I won't - I wouldn't - only keep our - my - secret, please!" Amanda looked near frantic, but Ellen didn't want her too far gone. "Now calm down,' she said. "I think I can help you, but I need to see how far gone you are." "How far gone?" Amanda repeated, mystified. "Yes, how much of my help you really need. Here," Ellen said, as she took Amanda's hand in hers, and kissed it, then placed it gently on Ellen's own breast. "Caress me, use your hand on my breast," Ellen commanded the girl. Amanda hesitantly, shyly, squeezed Ellen's breast, then as her hunger quickly grew, leaned forward and kissed the blonde's breast, sucking her turgid nipple into her mouth, suckling like a an infant, Amanda moaning with pleasure as she quickly felt waves of joy building inside her pelvis. Daughters - Amanda Ellen took Amanda's other hand and brought it to Ellen's bare pussy, hairless, hot and dripping, her wetness apparent to the girl. "Touch me here like you'd touch yourself," she whispered. Amanda brought all the experience that her masturbatory practices had taught her, and caressed Ellen's labia, her fingers slipping inside the young woman's tight, hot slit, the heat and moisture bringing pleasure to both women. Simultaneously, Ellen played with Amanda's sweet hole, expertly teasing and caressing the girl's labia, slit and clitoris, both women riding the waves of pleasure the other was bringing. The two experienced countless sweet orgasms, a pleasurable journey into each other's being, shared pleasure and sweetness, until finally Amanda cuddled into Ellen's arms and slept, then Ellen, too fell asleep. The two awoke the next morning. Somewhere in the night, one of them had pulled the comforter off the foot of the bed back to keep their shared heat as they lay together. Ellen looked into Amanda's eyes and smiled. "Did you sleep well, darling?" Amanda smiled back, the pleasure of the evening filling her memory, until the poisoned thorn of her shame pricked her. "Oh god, I was so bad - I did bad things," she exclaimed, agitated, crossing to the bathroom door. Ellen raced after her, and stopped her, turning Amanda to face her. "I would say you discovered things about yourself," Ellen acknowledged. "Things that only you and I know about. Appetites that you have..." "Oh, I'm so ashamed," Amanda buried her face in her hands. "I'll protect you," Ellen assured her. "And - as your friend, your best friend - I'll make sure that you don't get out of control." "But how?" Amanda asked, a pleading look on her face. "I get overwhelmed...I can't stop myself." "I know, honey, but I'll make sure you're ...satisfied." "You'd do that for me?" Amanda asked. "Yes, because I love you so much," Ellen said, a pimp heartlessly conning his hooker. "Oh, I love you, too," Amanda replied, in the same tone a junkie uses with her pusher. "Now honey, I can sense that you're not finished. Let's get back in bed, and get you finished. I just know you want to lick my pussy, don't you baby? Maybe stick your tongue inside my hole, so hot and wet. Taste my cunt cream...it'll taste like peaches for you, my love." Ellen took Amanda's hand, and led her to the bed, speaking as they went. "Suckle on my nipples, feel their tight ripeness on your tongue, like they were going to explode in your mouth when you bit on them, tasting my salty skin - do you like that, honey?" Amanda nodded, mesmerized by Ellen's words, the tone of her voice, and the hot itching in her own clitoris. "I thought so, baby," Ellen smiled. "I want you to cum for me, and on me, and with me." Amanda stopped and clutched Ellen's hand hard, as she was overwhelmed with a brief, but intense orgasm just walking with Ellen. "Oh god," Amanda moaned. Ellen smiled. Ellen stopped and pressed herself into Amanda, kissing the girl roughly, and hard, their lips mashing together in pure lust, her tongue thrusting into Amanda's mouth, Ellen's fingers, three of them, thrusting deep into Amanda's pussy, surprised but happy at the intrusion. "Ooof," Amanda gasped into Ellen's mouth in surprise. But she thrust her hips harder against Ellen's hand. Ellen took Amanda's lower lip between her teeth, slowly increasing the pressure. Amanda knew by now what was coming. She grunted, her clit swelling in anticipation, stray, overloaded sparks of pleasure spilling out of that marvelous organ and streaming down her legs as she prepared yet again for the sensations she had only felt sparingly up until the day before. As Ellen's incisors bit down remorselessly into the meat of Amanda's plump lip, Amanda screamed in pleasure and pain, totally confused as to which was which, but desiring both unceasingly, and from Ellen only. Amanda spasmed in ecstasy, her body buckling under the intense sensations, as Ellen's other hand harshly grabbed Amanda's too small ass, pain and pleasure there, too, in that erogenous area of Amanda's body as Ellen held her up. Amanda and Ellen both tasted salty fluid as they came, Amanda's excitement and overwhelming pleasure from being so totally dominated by this woman who had vaulted from acquaintance to goddess in a matter of days. Ellen's cum derived from achieving the first of her many goals, Amanda's pleasure was irrelevant and meaningless to the blonde. Ellen continued pulling Amanda to the bed, Amanda stumbling along, blood running down her chin, a tender ache in her lip. Ellen threw her down onto the mattress, and reflexively, instinctively, now purely a sex slave to her mistress, Amanda pulled her legs back all the way nearly to her ears, her sloppy cunt lewdly and brazenly exposed. In one of the few concessions to consciously and deliberately causing Amanda pleasure - rather than manipulating her for some unexplained goal - Ellen dove down between Amanda's spread thighs, her mouth covering Amanda's gaping cunt, Amanda's bloody saliva from Ellen's mouth filling the small cup her hole formed. Ellen kissed Amanda's hotly swollen pink pearl, Amanda twisting and gasping from the sensation. Ellen bit into Amanda's clit, fortunately with less force than she had previously bit into the girl's nipples and lip, but hard enough to send shockwaves of sensation throughout Amanda, waves of tactile sensation that she was unable to assign the description of 'pain' or 'pleasure' - she was simply unable to process at that point. Ellen began sliding fingers inside Amanda, roughly fucking the girl's hungry pussy with two fingers, then four, then her entire hand. Amanda groaned as she took in the unexpected invader, her cunt not having yet adapted to the size of the hand fucking her. Ellen was indifferent to Amanda's pain and discomfort, fully confident that eventually Amanda would thank her for fucking her vagina. Ellen fucked her fist in and out of Amanda, who howled from the decreasing pain and increasing pleasure. Her pussy desperately strove to expand to fit the fist, but Amanda's clit didn't care, it was spasming at Ellen's domination, sending out radiating circles of indescribable pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, oh...I'm cumming, fuck me fuck my cunt take me fuck me cum..." Amanda ran out of words, grunting and moaning as she was sucked up by the whirlwind of endless orgasm, her body shaking and shivering with mindless pleasures. She desperately pulled her legs back further, nearly standing on her head as she tried to pull Ellen inside her womb. "Unnh unnh unnh," Amanda droned, her mind and body nearly separated from each other. Her mind was whirling through a pink-tinged fog, fed by random but ceaseless shocks of intense ecstasy, nearly reducing the woman to a catatonic state. Ellen found it fascinating to observe Amanda's mental disintegration brought on by an excess of the pleasures that we all seek. Ellen fucked the girl's sopping wet pussy for long minutes, and marveled when Amanda, jaw slack and eyes nearly dull, let loose a hot stream of her own urine over Ellen's wrist and forearm. "The poor thing's nearly lost all control," Ellen chortled to herself. "Just a little more degradation -- just for the fun of it," she thought. "Amanda, honey," Ellen cooed. A small spark of awareness lit in Amanda's eyes. "I want you to get on your stomach, then lift your sweet, naked ass high in the air -- will you do that for me?" Amanda looked uncertain, then the spark went out. "Yes, of course I will," she moaned. She rolled herself over next to Ellen. "God, that really is a sweet ass she has," Ellen thought. "Thank god for the idiots who didn't think it was big enough." Amanda struggled to lift her small, round perfectly complected ass up high, the action causing her ass cheeks to separate, revealing her sweet, pink and puckered anus to Ellen's appreciative eyes. "Sweetie, I'm going to fist fuck your tight little ass hole, just like I did your cunt. Won't that be fun?" Amanda became alarmed. "No...no...please, it will hurt too much...", but her submission to Ellen was too far advanced to allow her to actually resist physically. She didn't react when Ellen's forefinger entered her dark hole, swiftly joined after two strokes by her middle finger, then all her fingers and thumb, finally her entire hand. Ellen entered Amanda much too swiftly, not allowing the woman to adapt her orifice to the invader. It was only sheer chance that Ellen had used the hand liberally coated previously by Amanda's orgasms -- she didn't care a bit about easing her entry into the girl's rear hole, tortured and abused as it was. Amanda screamed into the pillow under her face, but even as she begged Ellen to stop, her rear end was circling lewdly as her body tried to maximize the pleasure the anal intrusion was bringing her. Her right hand went to her cunt, pinching and squeezing her slippery clitoris between thumb and forefinger, as she came, again and again and again, tears of pleasure and pain and shame reddening her eyes, her white braces-covered teeth biting the fabric of the cushion, saliva turning the fabric to a sopping mess. "Such a beautiful little ass to fuck," Ellen commented. "Have you cum, you sloppy slut?" She didn't need an answer to know. Her arm thrust into the girl's tortured ass and rectum, until finally Ellen tired of abusing Amanda. "Well, your filthy lust has tired even me out," Ellen scolded Amanda. "Your stinking lesbian perversion, such a disgrace...if your parents ever saw you..." "No, please," Amanda begged. "Please don't tell them...how low I've sunk." She sobbed in terror. "I won't...as long as you obey me," Ellen said coaxingly. "Now, you must be tired. I'm going to let you get some sleep, then we can talk." "Please, could you do one thing for me?" Amanda asked Ellen. "What tiresome pleading will she come up with?" Ellen wondered. "No doubt something provoked by one of the last fleeting good moral impulses she has left..." "Would you fuck my ass again...with your whole hand...and my cunt with your other hand?" Ellen smiled. * * * * Epilogue That Eve is such a middling little bitch, with her plan for 'a world of women loving women.' Oh, I have NO objection to such a thing as a world like that, only to her leading it. I believe that she still has no idea of how to create the perfect world, even six years after we were both accidentally converted to lesbianism, through the 'good works' of that bastard Andrew Holstead, may he rot in hell. Her ideas about 'sidelining men,' 'letting them down easy,' 'humoring them,' are all soft-hearted twaddle because she's afraid to be decisive. I have a better plan... And those three five-year old brats of Eve's... They look just like her and Eric. It's hard to imagine how she crammed triplets in that skinny body of hers - I was up inside that hot little cunt, you know - I fucked her, on two occasions. The first time, she acted like she didn't want it - at first. The second time, she couldn't get enough, and begged for more! Too bad those rug rats will never know their father. They can thank ME for that. I guess Adana fills that gap with the brats, the whore slut lackey that she is. Luckily for her, the Toxoplasma that Andrew used to carry the virus that turned her sapphic, had no effect on her pregnancy, as it was a strain that did not cause miscarriages, while it still affected female behavior in subtle ways. Still, it was the virus that was the more active 'ingredient'. Anyway, she's got a group that she runs, she calls it Families Interaction Therapists. She tells her converts that women will not only inherit the earth, but are damn well going to sow the seeds that will bring them the earth. It always gets a nice cheer from the women, I will say. And the sex after one of her rallies....it's amazing that she can get all that done, with most men being completely unaware of her plan, except for the few turncoat males that support her ideas. The funny thing is, she has NO idea that I'm building a group of my own, Terra Pax, with a similar goal. On the face of it, our group is working towards world peace, hence the 'Terra Pax,' though it's also kind of a pun involving the virus, and how you pronounce 'pax.' I have been given an amazing power, and it is my solemn duty to use it for the good of all. It is bigger than me, bigger than any woman, and I must not use it recklessly. My group, however, wants all men eliminated, violently whenever necessary, surreptitiously whenever possible. I have a special section that takes care of that, but most group members accept our goal in all respects, and can be trusted to 'take care' of a male when requested to do so. One thing I don't really understand, and I don't think Eve does either, is why the women we are responsible for converting, invariably are loyal to the woman ultimately responsible for their conversion. I mean, if a woman is converted by a woman I converted, both of those women will ALWAYS be loyal to me, no matter what, even if I abuse them, hurt them, get them in trouble with the police - it's like a 'Get out of Jail Free' card from the American 'Monopoly' game! I know that having women I can depend on is going to come in handy someday, when the hidden fight gets rough...not so much with men, since they're too stupid to figure things out anyway, but for when Terra Pax and FIT fight it out at the end... I guess that's enough to bring you up to date with the present, but I want you to know about how I came to be the only person standing in the way of Queen Dyke Eve Butler. The world will want to know, and fully appreciate me, once Terra Pax and I are triumphant. I have no idea what happened between Eve and that ass hole Holstead, but somehow Eve ended up with his estate when he died from his own creation, the organism that I only later found out was a virus, and that could kill males. Since I didn't have everything handed to me, like a certain rug-munching cunt I know, I decided to 'borrow' the rest of the contaminated solution from the Devonshire Analytical R & D lab where both Eve and I worked. For quite a long time, Eve blamed that theft on Ben Marker, a scientist in the lab, since he was under suspicion by the Australian Federal Police, but it later turned out they were initially looking at him for stealing some chemicals that could be used to make methamphetamine. He always denied the charges, and he never did get arrested for it. Of course, I also knew that my saliva alone, or my cum, or my piss, or even my blood, could convert another girl into a lesbian, as I had been converted when I was infected. What nobody knows, until now, is that I sampled the contaminated solution myself - that's how I became infected. The whole thing is kind of silly in retrospect. I had been having some rather uncomfortable periods, I so hate the cramping, and I was under the impression that the solution being tested at the time by the R & D lab was perfectly safe - the worst that would happen, was that it would have no effect. But if it did work, my cramps would be alleviated and I'd save a few bucks on Midol. I guess I was wrong. After I stole the remaining solution, I quit Devonshire Analytical. And not a moment too soon - When Eve bought a controlling share of Devonshire, I knew I wouldn't last long there. The first thing I did after I left, was to flirt with Eric, Eve's old boyfriend. I told him I knew what had happened with Eve and Adana both, to turn them against him. We met one night over drinks, and I decided to see what the solution would do to him, so I slipped him some in his drink. Of course, I made up some bullshit story about Eve and Adana. I was more interested in him, or at least, how the organism affected him - I had an inkling. Still, I was pretty surprised when he passed away within a week! Fortunately, though, his death was put down to 'natural causes,' even though he was in his twenties! It's surprising how little attention police pay to deaths, when there isn't a knife or gun or fists involved. I will say that Eve and Adana were pretty torn up about Eric. I don't know if it was because they felt guilty about dumping him, or because Eve was pregnant, or what. As for me, I didn't feel anything - he was a man, after all. I don't know if Eve ever figured out what happened to him. I don't know why it would matter to her. A girlfriend in the group once asked me why I hate men so much. It's pretty simple, really. I'm not a lesbian, but I'm forced to fuck women to get any satisfaction. I'm as straight as any 'pre-conversion' girl on earth, but men do nothing for me. So, is there any doubt why I hate men? They could satisfy me, if they wanted to - I wouldn't have to touch another girl's vagina, or lick it, or suck on her nipples, or, god - kiss a girl - if only men would excite me. But they don't, so they can die. Anyway, back to my story. There I was, out of a job, with no money, and nothing but about 150 ML of a solution that I thought would kill men, and seduce women. Of course, like King Midas, my 'touch' in the form of a kiss, or my saliva, would also turn a woman into a lesbian, and that would have to do until I could figure out what the organism was, and how I could grow it. Compare that with Eve and Adana who had almost overnight, come into millions of dollars, mainly from Andrew, but from Adana's family, too. It was a pretty uneven match, but the fact that I evened things up, proves how correct and righteous my view is, and how wrong Eve's is, and why I will be victorious in the end. And I won't hesitate to kill certain women, when that time comes. So for now, instead of being known as 'Cynthia', my real name, I'm going under my new, Terra Pax name of 'Ellen'. The future of the world is MINE.