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Be Careful Who You Call Prey

By: FinalStand



*Dogs should not hunt the prey of Lions*



(This story takes time to develop; please be patient; it is told from the perspective of two of the participants)

(Lindsay) 

Running in the early morning was the best thing for clearing her mind. Her headphones fed her some soothing electric dance tunes that eased her mind the way her steady pace eased her tired muscles. The forest trail felt spongy against the souls of shoes and the pine scent cleared the scent of her roommate's nasty smoking habit. For Lindsay her running time was an opportunity to be alone and free.

(Daniel)

He'd been ignored by her for weeks. His few attempts at conversation had been arrogantly ignored. He'd taken to stalking her from the apartment building that she called home to the law firm where she worked as a paralegal. She'd felt so safe, acted so independent; it had made him hungry for Lindsay Cohen's body and mind.

She always ran the same route Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. She went to a popular gym on Tuesday, Thursdays and most Saturdays. Daniel figured that his best opportunities were any days she ran – it was so early in the morning on a poorly travelled route as opposed to her coming home from the gym on the other weekday nights. 

He opted to wait for a morning when a light rain was falling. Lindsay was certainly to be alone and even if she wasn't, the rain would restrict the sound of her protests if something went wrong. Lindsay made it too easy. She was totally engrossed in her world like some little innocent lamb. She was in her trademark brown-haired pony tail, black biking pants, and white sleeveless shirt. He stepped up from behind her, ran her down and slammed her into a tree. Stunned, she was powerless to resist.

"Move or scream bitch," Daniel hissed, "and I'll slit your throat." He pressed his knife to her neck to prove his points. He marched her quickly through the woods to the fire road were he'd parked his car. He slammed her hard against the trunk of the car.

"On your knees," he commanded. Lindsay hastily obeyed. Daniel popped the trunk, got out his 'tools' and quickly secured Lindsay. He handcuffed her hands behind her back then applied duct tape to her mouth and around her ankles. That done he manhandled Lindsay into the trunk and shut it hard.

(Lindsay)

Her mind was still reeling from the shock of the attack. All she could think of was that her opportunity to escape had temporarily passed and all she could hope to do was survive. All she had experienced was her attacker's raw power which greatly exceeded her own. From the press of his body against her, he clearly desired her. She knew she had to use that. If she could please him long enough an escape option might present itself. She might even be rescued. She tried not to think about the fact that she'd seen his face.

Lindsay was a smart girl. She tried her best to determine her time in the trunk as well as the route she took, remember how long she was on dirt roads or paved, and what turns she took. In the end she felt totally lost and isolated. Time had little meaning in the darkness of the trunk. Too often she lost track which way she'd turned.

When she stopped for the final it took Lindsay by shock. That was compounded by the brightness of the sunshine into her dark world. The man broke through the light to roughly grab her and pulled her out painfully by the upper arm. The cuffs on her wrists bit in and she muffled a scream.

(Daniel)

He yanked Lindsay out of the trunk. Daniel cut her legs free and pulled the tape off her mouth. He was safely in the remote fastness of his mountain cabin. There wasn't a neighbor within a mile and for the most part they were like him – people who wanted to be left alone. No one would disturb him while he played. He dragged his victim up to the porch of his wooden home. It had all kinds of amenities including an indoor kennel.

"This is your collar and leash," Daniel instructed. He placed the collar on Lindsay and led her inside by the leash. Unlike every other woman that Daniel had brought here, Lindsay sped to keep up. Even when he arbitrarily yanked on her, forcing her to stumble, she recovered without comment and without falling down.

"Good dog," Daniel remarked. Lindsay gave him a weak smile. Of course it didn't matter; he'd tire of her eventually too. He tired of the others in the same way. He took her into the bathroom and removed her handcuffs. Strangely Lindsay stood there with her hands behind her back, waiting on him to talk.

"Take off your clothes and wash yourself. You are filthy and I want to see you become clean." Lindsay nodded vigorously and stripped as quickly as she could. That completed, she looked at him expectantly.

"Get in the shower, turn on the water; you'll find a sponge I want you to scrub your filthy self with then shower your hair. I will tell you when you are clean enough," Daniel insisted.

Lindsay did so without comment. Her skin was red and raw but she kept scrubbing. Daniel grew bored waiting for her to cry out or complain. Even with her eyes red rimmed with unseen tears and shivering from all the hot water being gone, Lindsay kept scrubbing and scrubbing.

"Enough," he barked. Daniel yanked so hard Lindsay stumbled and fell out of the shower.

(Lindsay)

She banged her knees, biting her lip to avoid for crying out because she knew what that would earn her. Instead she hung on and tried to stand. Her tormentor pulled yet again, keeping her on her knees. She didn't even have to be told. She padded forth on her hands and her knees while the man held the leash just far enough up to keep her head held high like that of a good little show dog.

He brought her around to a large wire cage in an adjacent room.

"This will be your cage and home for as long as I let you live," he chuckled. "Crawl in." He unhooked her leash and Lindsay obediently crawled in. He still smacked her sore ass sharply with the leash. She stifled a moan, but a little bit of it slipped out. As she turned around in the tight space she could see him grinning triumphantly. Lindsay hoped it wasn't a bad thing

"Come out," he commanded sharply. Lindsay banged her head on the gate racing out the door on all fours. "Good doggy," he chuckled. He snapped on the leash and proceeded to lead her out to what turned out to be the kitchen. "Sit," was his next command. Lindsay sat back on her haunches and put her hands on her knees. Lindsay looked up at him and waited patiently as he hooked the leash on the top nob of one of the chairs.

Lindsay caught him looking at her out of the corner of his eye. She moved her gaze to follow him around the kitchen but otherwise kept her body still. He microwaved a simple dinner and poured it out into a dog bowl. The bowl had a label on it that read: Lindsay. She couldn't help but smile shyly; she had her own bowl.

The man laid down the bowl and stared at her. Lindsay waited. The man sat down and stared at her in some confusion and a bit of anger.

"You can eat," he began, "but ..." he started to add, but was brought up short. Lindsay lowered her face into the bowl and began lapping it up with her tongue. Her hands remained on her knees.

(Daniel)

He was about to tell her to 'but you can't use your hands," yet she was ahead of him yet again. She buried her face into her bowl without complaint. Every girl balked, if not outright refused, at eating food with their faces. It was demeaning, and was often a key in breaking his victims down. He snickered when he figured it out; this girl desperately wanted to live. It amused him, but it wouldn't save her life in the end.

As she was finishing up Daniel got a wet washcloth and threw it to her. She cleaned off her face and kept cleaning it until he told her to stop.

"Now you are going to cook me dinner," he told her. Normally this was a Day two or three operation but this girl appeared to be so pliable. The girl stood up and waited. "I want carrots, broccoli, a baked potato, and lamb steak. He was about to give her more detailed instructions but stopped when the girl turned and went to the refrigerator.

Humming, Lindsay pulled out the frozen vegetables from the bottom freezer and the microwaveable potato from up top. She dove back into the freezer moving things around, looking for the lamb. Daniel walked up behind her and began massaging her sensitive, succulent ass. Lindsay startled slightly but went back to bending over into the freezer.

She was wet and inviting to the touch. She was turned on by all the abuse and control. He played with two fingers inside her snatch and moved a thumb to her anus. He leaned forward and shoved his thumb painfully in. Lindsay yelped, stumbled forward, catching herself on the freezer door.

Daniel could tell she was not a stranger to either anal or vaginal sex. He wasn't aware she had a boyfriend. He'd never seen her with anyone. Maybe she was into some sort of kinky self-pleasure.

"Who is your boyfriend?" Daniel asked.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Lindsay responded while still searching. "I've never had the time for one."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, not that her answer mattered in the slightest.

"Yes, if you want to have sex with me," she answered pleasantly.

He yanked Lindsay hard up by the leash until she was standing and he was pressed right behind her.

"I'm going to skin you alive," he growled. "I don't care how much you grovel, you are going to die." The woman trembled slightly but said nothing. Usually they started whimpering for their lives, but not this girl.

"Don't you want to live?" he snapped. He was being denied part of his game.

"Please let me live," she begged. "I want to live." That was more like it, Daniel thought.

"The lamb is in the deep freeze in the garage. Don't take too long," Daniel informed her. He unhooked the leash and let her go where he directed. 

Two of the five previous victims had run for it and he'd hamstrung them for their rebelliousness. He kind of ached for her to do it. He snuck up to the door to the garage and waited. He heard the deep freeze door open. The girl hadn't even looked around the garage looking for the easiest exit. She rummaged around for maybe fifteen seconds and the door of the deep freeze slammed shut.

Daniel heard her humming softly as she came back to the door. He waited to surprise her. She looked up slightly surprised then snapped her head down and showed him the frozen lamb, waiting on his comment.

"Don't stand around," he grumbled. "Cook it." Lindsay stepped around him and made her way back to the kitchen. Daniel was so angry he stormed off to the living room and cut on the TV. Twice he snuck back to the kitchen to catch her doing something clever like hiding a knife in easy reach of where he might eat, or perhaps even going for the old skillet to the head trick.

Lindsay moved around the kitchen with a quiet calm that infuriated him. When she had placed everything on his plate she came back to the living room only seconds before he sat back down and knelt before him, remaining silent.

"Finished?"

(Lindsay)

"Yes sir," she answered respectfully.  She'd found a cook book that told her how to prepare lamb. All that had mattered they was making sure the vegetables and the baked potato all were ready at the same time. She had done the very best job she could have done, but still it was no surprise when he stood and kicked her painfully in the ribs.

It wasn't a matter of pleasure; it was a control and he had it and she didn't. She knew he could and would hurt her whenever he wanted. All she needed was to survive it. Help had to be coming. She could never give up hope on that. She was a survivor and she knew he couldn't dish out anything she couldn't handle.

He hooked up the leash and led her back to the kitchen as he started eating he pulled the leash down until her face was pressed to the table next to her plate. He took two fingers of butter that she'd left out for his potato and started rubbing it around her ass before sticking another finger in. As she loosened up the rammed his second finger into her ass. Lindsay grunted but didn't cry out in pain.

As he ate with one hand he slid his fingers in and out of her ass in a slowly arousing rhythm. Lindsay was starting to feel weak in the knees by the time he finished his meal. He stood and removed his pants. He yanked the leash around and drove Lindsay to her knees. Looking into his crotch she didn't wait to be told. Using just her tongue and lips she took his member in and began sucking.

Daniel growled at her and Lindsay began to despair of making progress. She had to wrack her well-conditioned mind to find the answer, but it turned out the answer was obvious.

"Please," she pleaded, "please don't' kill me. Please, I'll do whatever you want!"

"Bitch," he snapped. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking." He smacked her face with the leash and she yelped in pain.

Lindsay saw that her tactics had worked. Her captor rapidly hardened and throbbed in eagerness. She struggled to keep sobbing and blubbering while not actually using words. She sucked harder and was rewarded by him grabbing her up and pushing her back onto the table on her stomach. He lined his cock up against her ass and painfully pushed into her.

Even though it felt great, Lindsay forced herself to cry out and beg him to stop. That drove him on even harder. He yanked up on her hair and whipped her back with the leash. From time to time he even choked her into hear orgasm. When he finally came it was somewhat of a letdown.

"What's that on the back of your neck?" he noted the scar right at the hairline beneath her pony tail.

"A lover gave that to me," she panted in response.





(Later - Daniel)

The knocking and calling went on and on. Now he regretted parking his car in front of his house. He snuck a look out and someone's silver luxury convertible sat behind his. He came to the door and a tall blonde woman with short cut hair in a soft blue blouse and grey skirt stood there, rocking back and forth on white tennis shoes and hands clasped behind her back. She had wire-rimmed glasses that highlighted ghostly grey eyes. There was something familiar about her.

"Yes?" he snapped.

"This isn't the Winslow's is it? I'm so sorry, but can I use your phone? I don't have cell reception out here?" she blathered.

"No," he growled. He tried to shut the door, but the woman pushed her left hand against the door hard enough to stop him.

"Please," she pleaded. "It is dark and I'll be so lost up here by myself without directions. I promise I won't be long." Daniel thought it over. His knife was on his hip sheath. If Lindsay made a single noise he'd gut this interloper then skin Lindsay alive.

"Fine," Daniel grumbled. He had opened the door and was stepping inside to let her in when the woman slammed the stun gun to his chest with a furious rage playing across her face.

As he fell to the ground the woman stabbed him with the weapon time and time again until consciousness finally left him. 

(Still later)

Daniel shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind. His joints and muscles ached and he felt cold.

"Oh, you are awake," the blonde woman said pleasantly. Daniel tried to move but fearfully realized he'd been stripped naked and hog-tied.

He looked around and saw the blonde woman sitting in his favorite chair drinking some wine (he had none so she must have bought it) and looked decidedly dangerous. What finished off the whole bizarre situation was that a naked Lindsay sat on her haunches with hands on her knees beside her just like she'd done for him, plus she had a bright red ball-gag in her mouth.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" the blonde asked.

"Who the fuck are you?" he rasped in response.

"Hold my drink," the blonde directed. Lindsay rose up her hands in such a way that the blonde could place her wineglass into Lindsay's grasp.



The blonde got up and walked over to Daniel. When she got there she looked down, smiled then proceeded to kick him hard repeatedly into his over-extended stomach muscles. Daniel gasped in pain; his stomach felt like it was on fire. The blonde walked over to her chair, sat down, retrieved her drink and ran a hand lovingly through Lindsay's hair.

"Now, who the fuck do you think you are?" she smiled sweetly.

"Daniel," he wheezed.

"And Daniel, what makes you think you could take my property?" she continued.

"What?" he asked clearly confused. The blonde handed her glass to Lindsay. "Wait, wait, I don't know what you are talking about." The woman hesitated.

"So you stole my property – Lindsay – without even bothering to consult me? What am I supposed to do about that? What about poor Lindsay? She's not absolutely sure who she should obey now and after all the work I've done with her. Daniel, I blame you, I'm not very happy with you, and I don't know what should I do about you? Can you help me decide?"

"I ... I didn't know. Hey, you can have her back," he trembled in response.

"That sounds reasonable. Perhaps Lindsay and I should leave. That would be quite reasonable. Of course, when do you think you will get your next visitor?" she mused.

"What?"

"Oh, I have no intention of untying you, so I'm wondering how long you can last, in your restraints and locked into the cage you had for Lindsay," the blonde chuckled, " because you can't believe I'd leave you in range of any of your toys." The blonde pointed to several knives he'd hidden around his home.

"I'd die," he groaned.

"Well of course you are going to die Daniel. You threatened to deny me Lindsay and I'm sure if I hadn't put a tracking chip in her skull you would have killed her. I can't begin to describe to you how much I love Lindsay, how much time we've spent together, and how angry I am with you for trying to take my love away from me." 

"Don't kill me," he whimpered.

"How about this Daniel; I'm not going to kill you right now. I'm sure that is a familiar theme to you. You keep me amused and I'll let you live. We both understand this game can't go on forever." The blonde looked to Lindsay, "Get me Black Beauty."

(Lindsay)

She was ecstatic.  Cassidy had come for her like Lindsay had thought she would. She had been magically powerful and assertive. Sure Daniel had been controlling, but he had been in the end very unfulfilling. Cassidy was very demanding, but she was a very giving lover too. It was what made their relationship so fantastic.

Things didn't look too good for Daniel. Cassidy was furious, just very good as hiding it, but she was Lindsay's soul mate so she knew Cassidy's moods. Cassidy could be very dominating, but fair. Daniel had only been demanding and selfish and people like that made Cassidy very angry. Of course people that tried to kill Lindsay seemed to make her very angry as well. 

Lindsay had thought that Cassidy would call the cops. Cassidy had demanded a more direct form of vengeance. As always Lindsay gave in when Cassidy had set her mind to something. There was no way should communicate this to Daniel, the ball gag prevented it. Besides she was running to Cassidy's car to get her Mistress's biggest strap-on.

Lindsay knew that the likelihood that Daniel had received anal sex was virtually non-existent. That was about to change and knowing Cassidy, that wasn't the only sexual status update that was going to change for the man. Lindsay raced back into main room. By then Cassidy had stripped off all her clothes.

"Attach it to me," Cassidy commanded. Lovingly and with only the slightest naughty touch Lindsay did as commanded. Cassidy showed that she allowed this indiscretion by pulling her leash up into a kiss. When she finished with Cassidy, the blonde walked over to Daniel, her oversized phallic bobbing in his fearful eyes.


Be Careful Who You Call Prey Ch. 02



*Sex is a game of the mind; the body follows along*

(This is as much a story of seduction as it is of control)

(The genesis of this story was the comment that someone was curious about the relationship between Cassidy and Lindsay; something I had not given much thought. To SweetGasps; I owe partial credit for this creation and I hope they like it.)

(Cassidy)

It had taken priceless weeks to set the lure; not a trap, because traps involved capture while lures involved the prey taking the bait. Cassidy had given up a less than promising relationship with a woman who demanded too much and gave too little. She had devoted her time and her dreams to this new woman. This woman had become intoxicating to her, like some new, unexplored aphrodisiac.

Lindsay walked into the restaurant. It was clear that Lindsay had never been to a place this nice. Lindsay was a paralegal; a nice job but she could do better. Cassidy ran an import/export business that did quite will in trade from Easter Europe. She had more than enough money to buy companionship to fulfill her needs, but not fill her loneliness.

The relationship with that girl had come about by accident. Cassidy was used to getting what she wanted and getting it when she wanted it. Cassidy wanted to use the machine and Lindsay was waiting on it. She stepped past Lindsay and used it. Most people would have blubbered something useless. Lindsay waited her turn without comment.

The next time Cassidy took an extra series of reps just to piss the other woman off. Lindsay patiently waited in silence. From there she'd graduated to forcing Lindsay off of machines. She'd moved aside and waited her turn, listening to her music and refusing to comment. It had taken no effort to find out the girl's name – Lindsay Cohen.

Cassidy took a different tact. Any dog you could whip, but Cassidy felt something different about this woman. It had been simple things like greeting Lindsay when the girl came in. Lindsay responded with a bright smile, as if weeks of abuse meant nothing. She'd asked for Lindsay's MP3 player and Lindsay had not only given it, but told Cassidy about her play list. It had been mindless electronic drivel. When Cassidy told her that, Lindsay had shrugged and told Cassidy that it worked for her.

In a few days they were spotting one another, giving Cassidy time to scope out Lindsay's fantastic body. It seemed that when Lindsay wasn't working out, she was jogging in the early morning. Cassidy wanted to tell Lindsay that she looked delicious, but settled for calling her attractive. Lindsay had praised Cassidy's superior, sculpted form that came with Cassidy's upper body training.

From that moment Cassidy knew that she had to have this woman. Actually, that was wrong; she had to have this woman wanting her. A little more study and a private investigator revealed that Lindsay was seeing some low-level banking non-entity. They didn't go out much, he didn't seem to exercise or do any of the other activities Lindsay enjoyed. He was ripe for removal.

The next part of setting the stage revolved around determining if Lindsay was heterosexual or bi-sexual. What had initially been a disappointing fear that Lindsay was hopelessly heterosexual had been revealed to be a sad dissatisfaction with sex in general. Men and women both reacted to Lindsay; Lindsay kept them at bay with a polite friendly nature. Sexual overtures were deflected.

This was something that Cassidy had to get around. Cassidy found the answer within herself; romance. It started with little hand-written poems slipped into her bag. For a few days Lindsay said and showed nothing until Cassidy lost patience and asked Lindsay if there was something new in her life. Lindsay's façade had cracked a tiny bit and she admitted she had an admirer, but had no idea who it might be.

Gifts followed, little things like flowers at work, graduating to a bottle of wine and then a tiny, cheap (for Cassidy) locket on a sterling chain. Lindsay wore it that night as they worked out. Cassidy asked if it was from her boyfriend, but Lindsay demurred but smiled. The next day Lindsay was rewarded with new set of running shoes.

All that was left was arranging a meeting at a restaurant with secluded tables and an expensive menu. Cassidy caught sight of Lindsay when the young woman entered. She looked around expectantly yet fearful. Seeing nobody she recognized, Lindsay made her way to the bar. Cassidy gave her a minute before angling toward the bar herself.

"Lindsay?" Cassidy did her best to sound surprised.

"Cassidy!" Lindsay beamed. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid I've been stood up," Cassidy sighed. "What are you doing here?"

"I've ... I've been invited out on a date but I'm not sure what he looks like," Lindsay admitted. Cassidy took the plunge.

"How about you come sit at my table? When they come in they will be able to see you and you can get along with your date," Cassidy offered. Lindsay thought it over then nodded.

"Thank you," she added. Cassidy took her elbow and guided the pliant woman to her seat. The fact that Lindsay's back was to the door was a hidden benefit.

(Lindsay)

Lindsay liked Cassidy. She was strong and decisive, yet somehow restrained. At first Cassidy had barely registered on her radar. She'd been pushed around before; she had accepted that as being part of life. What mattered was that Cassidy had stepped up and befriended her. Lindsay made all kinds of acquaintances, but few friends. Cassidy actually seemed interested in her.

When those first sweet little poems had arrived Lindsay didn't know if she should be frightened, confused, or enticed. She was aiming more toward the frightened until the day that Cassidy had asked her about it.

Nobody ever asked.

No one had ever cared enough to ask. Lindsay had always settled for what was, but now she had something special. She had been curious and suspected she knew the culprit. The running shoes were the giveaway. Then it was only a small thing to wait for the trap to be sprung. It had been a thrilling new experience to be so wanted that her hunter they had gone through so much trouble for her.

The hardest part of playing the part of the prey was to be surprised when Cassidy approached her. Cassidy was so aggressive and dominant that Lindsay wanted to confront her with the knowledge that she'd figured out the whole game and receive her reward, whatever that might be, immediately. Cassidy's face was so intense that Lindsay couldn't bring herself to deny her the game.

It was fascinating to see Cassidy so much on edge. She was a coiled lioness, waiting for the gazelle go make that last fatal step. The action was innocuous; Cassidy's hands were fidgeting on the table top so Lindsay subtly took a drink of her wine then left her hand on the across from hers. Cassidy leapt upon it, placing her hand on top of Lindsay's. Instinctively she stroked Cassidy's thumb with her own.

"I am afraid your date has not come," Cassidy suggested.

"I'm glad tonight hasn't been a total waste Cassidy. This has been a very distinctive pleasure seeing you outside the gym." That made Cassidy smile.

"I'm sorry this hasn't turned out to be a possible boyfriend," Cassidy was clearly lying. Cassidy had to know.

"Oh, this doesn't have anything to do with my boyfriend. He went out to drink with some of his work buddies," Lindsay told her.

"I wouldn't let someone as beautiful as you step out on me," Cassidy playfully threatened.

"I would never step out on you," Lindsay promised.

"Why is that?" Cassidy asked with breath-taking open honesty.

"With someone like you, I would never want to," Lindsay responded. Cassidy stared at her then a smile played along her lips.

"Would your boyfriend have shared you with this secret lover?" Cassidy inquired.

"No, he's not very experimental or inventive," Lindsay confessed.

"I understand the desire not to share you. You are a very special woman Lindsay," Cassidy told her. Lindsay felt herself blushing. This was the first person who had called her special that Lindsay felt had meant it.

"That means a lot to me Cassidy. I respect you," she said because she wasn't sure that she could tell Cassidy she already loved her.

"I respect you too," Cassidy said with a toast. They drank together.

"I have to go," Lindsay said sadly. "He'll be back soon and I need to be home when he does."

(Cassidy)

She kissed Lindsay before girl left. She watch her ass move I that tight dress and imagined for not the first time how those firm muscles and breasts would feel under her touch. Lindsay had been receptive without being needy. Sure, she had somehow known about Cassidy's plan, but she'd played along after they both knew the cat was out of the bag. It had been erotic.

Never had Cassidy felt a dinner was money so well spent even though she'd be going home alone. There were 'friends' she could call but Cassidy felt they would spoil the moment. She found pleasure in herself and some of her toys, but what she really wanted was Lindsay's tongue and Lindsay's fingers. It was driving her nuts knowing that Lindsay was so tantalizingly close to her control.

The next two days boiled down the painful execution of business while she waited for Lindsay's next day at the gym. Cassidy showed up early and warmed up while she waited. Lindsay came gliding into the gym and positively glowed when she saw Cassidy. She came over and joined Cassidy in a silent warm up.

"Can you help me stretch," Lindsay requested. This was something new. All physical contact at the gym had been accidental up to this point. After a few tentative moves, "I came by yesterday, but you weren't here," Lindsay offered.

"I didn't tell you to come yesterday," Cassidy corrected her. Lindsay looked contrite.

"We had better exchange numbers so you don't make this mistake in the future," Cassidy directed.

"Yes Cassidy," Lindsay demurred. 

"Spot me," Cassidy commanded and Lindsay hastened to obey. It was the best workout Cassidy had ever had.

"Lindsay, we are going out tomorrow night," Cassidy instructed Lindsay when their workout was done.

"But my boy ..." Lindsay started to say, but the look Cassidy gave her brought her up short. "I'll think of something."

"Don't make excuses Lindsay. I don't like excuses," Cassidy added. Lindsay nodded.

(Lindsay)

Lindsay considered herself to be a smart girl and in her own limited way, decisive. When she got home she thought over her predicament. Realistically this wasn't the first decision Cassidy would make for her; at least she hope not. There was only one real option. Lindsay told her boyfriend to be out of her apartment in twenty-four hours.

First he laughed, then he bullied, and finally he begged. Had he stuck with one form of attack he might have won, but he was essentially an indecisive lover who saw Lindsay more as a convenience than a partner. Lindsay was nice enough to help him pack and took his sniffling form down to a co-workers car and waved him good-bye.

The rest of the evening was spent making herself clean and pleasing for Cassidy. She picked out her dress with care, knowing that a great weight in their relationship was with Lindsay; she had to be someone worthy of Cassidy's attention, something she found herself desperately wanting. Satisfied that she'd done everything she could think off, Lindsay fell off to a fitful sleep desperately wanting Cassidy's caress.

(The Next Night)

Cassidy looked pleased with her when they gathered at this far more public eatery. Lindsay found herself pressing out her dinner dress before entering and kept her hands carefully by her side when she approached. She found her heart beating strongly and her hands trembled. This wasn't hunting, it was the capture.

"What did you tell your boyfriend?" Cassidy asked after Lindsay had sat down.

"I threw him out last night," Lindsay responded.

"I didn't tell you to do that," Cassidy chided. After a moment's hesitation where Lindsay felt her heart sink, Cassidy added, "but I like it when a lover shows intelligence and initiative."

"I wanted to make you happy," Lindsay said softly.

"You did well," Cassidy assured her, putting a hand across the table. Lindsay put her hand beneath Cassidy's, palm up. Cassidy stroked it with strong yet gentle affection. Lindsay couldn't remember so happy with such a little gesture.

(Cassidy)

Pleasure was an instrument of control exercised in equal measurements with punishment. Lindsay was proving to be a woman who sought out approval, but not slavishly so. This woman wanted the attention that Cassidy could provide and Cassidy hoped would be receptive to all of her desired. The very thought of testing Lindsay made Cassidy shift uncomfortably.

Dinner pasted in glacial slowness even though Cassidy noted they both raced through their main courses and had forgone dessert.

"We are going to my place," Cassidy informed Lindsay. Lindsay put a nervous hand forward; Cassidy seized it and led her to Cassidy's car. They drove back in silence, though Cassidy noted that Lindsay looked at her in rapt fearful attention.

When they got into the elevator of Cassidy's apartment complex Cassidy took the opposite corner from Lindsay.

"Come here," she enticed Lindsay. Lindsay walked slowly to face Cassidy. "Kiss me," Cassidy commanded. Now Lindsay looked truly fearful. Cassidy smiled because now she knew that Lindsay had never kissed a woman before. Cassidy would take that first kiss.

Before Lindsay could finish the act, Cassidy stroked the side of Lindsay's face, bringing the scared young woman to a stop. She pushed her hand farther back until she was in her hair. She slowly took a handful and tugged on it with just a hint of pain she forced Lindsay's head back slightly. Cassidy stood to her full height and took that kiss. Lindsay moaned, trying to press against Cassidy so Cassidy pulled back on the hair leading Lindsay back.

Control was now clearly established.

"When I tell you to kiss me, you kiss me," Cassidy made clear. Lindsay nodded.

"Kiss me," Cassidy instructed. Lindsay lunged in and gave a hungry desperate kiss to Cassidy. "Good girl," Cassidy purred. Lindsay gave a grateful smile.

When the elevator door opened, Cassidy put a hand on Lindsay's waist and propelled her gently forward Cassidy's spacious apartment. Cassidy let her in but kept her moving in front, aiding her disorientation by denying her any visual clues from Cassidy on where she should go. Finally Cassidy stopped her in front of the gas fireplace.

"Go to the kitchen," Cassidy indicated where that was, "and you will find a half-opened nice white wine. The glasses are clearly obvious." When Lindsay departed Cassidy started up the fireplace. The apartment was warm enough, but Cassidy wanted the space in front of the sofa to be warmer.

(Lindsay)

Lindsay had a choice to make, but she felt her decision was the right one, inventive yet respectful. She came back to Cassidy with only one glass. Cassidy arched an eyebrow.

"One glass?"

"You didn't tell me to get one for myself," she said hoping her decision was the right one. A sly smile crossed Cassidy's lips.

Cassidy opened the wine and poured a glass. She and Lindsay sat at opposite ends of the sofa. Lindsay became warm then hot while Cassidy seemed immune to the temperature and drank several sips from the glass.

"Come have some wine," Cassidy offered. 

Lindsay moved down the sofa until they were at arm's length.

"Sit at my feet," Cassidy said, but it was unsure whether that was a command or suggestion. Lindsay sat at Cassidy's feet and was rewarded with the wine. She drank deeply and felt flushed with the alcohol. She handed the glass back.

"Fill it back up," Cassidy directed. Lindsay obeyed. When she took the glass Cassidy held Lindsay's gaze.

"Kiss me," Cassidy commanded. Lindsay was forced to pull herself up between Cassidy's legs in order to speedily reach her rich ruby lips. 

When she backed up, Cassidy was smiling. She touched her chin. Lindsay kissed where directed. Cassidy drew a line from the top of her neck to the top of her breast bone. Lindsay gave small fairy-like kissed down the line.

"Undo my top button." Lindsay had to prop a knee higher into the space between Cassidy's legs to get at the button. There was a bead of sweat below the button. Lindsay licked her lips.

Kiss me," Cassidy said with a slightly anticipation.  Lindsay gently licked that sensuous bead of salty sweat before planting a kiss. By now Lindsay was visibly sweating herself. Lindsay clearly wanted more. She looked up to Cassidy who smiled down at her.

"You should go home now," Cassidy instructed. 

Lindsay gave a sharp whimper. Had she done something wrong? Cassidy leaned forward to put the glass down, shoving her breasts into Lindsay's face, as if daring her to do something. Cassidy sat back allowing Lindsay to stand up. Cassidy waved her toward the door. Lindsay stole a look over her shoulder where Cassidy looked over to her with amusement playing in her eyes.

The taxi ride home was agony. Lindsay tried to understand what she'd done wrong. That night was sleepless and wracked with doubt. She called in sick that day and waited painfully for her time at the gym. When that time finally arrived, it was all Lindsay could do to not arrive early. Cassidy was there warming up as she always was. Lindsay hovered close by, worried and rendered incapable of stating a conversation by her own misunderstanding.

(Cassidy)

"Lindsay!" Cassidy said happily. "Let's warm up." Cassidy subtly ran her hands over Lindsay's body. Lindsay seemed to melt in her hands. "Keep your eyes on the task at hand," Cassidy cautioned her. Lindsay looked confused and frustrated, which was just the way Cassidy wanted it. The rest of the work out went along with a minimal amount of small talk.

"You are coming home with me," Cassidy announced when they were in the locker room. Lindsay acted startled.

"Do you want me to go home and change?" Lindsay whispered.

"Lindsay, I wasn't asking you. Don't make me repeat myself again," Cassidy cautioned. Lindsay nodded.

They repaired to Cassidy's car and the short drive home. Cassidy taunted Lindsay only stealing glances her way when the other woman was distracted. When they got to Cassidy's home she repeated the process, holding Lindsay in silence. Only when they stepped into the apartment and Cassidy shut door did she call out.

"Lindsay, kiss me."

Lindsay rushed into Cassidy body and kissed her desperately. When the second kiss was not rejected Lindsay planted a third and fourth.

"Enough," Cassidy directed. "Go to the living room."

Lindsay did as she was told only realizing after a moment the coffee table had been removed. The whole room was unrestricted and Lindsay looked so vulnerable standing in that open space. Cassidy walked over and sat on the sofa, examining her. This was the real hurdle.

"Lindsay, take off your clothes," Cassidy stated evenly. Too much and she might bolt, yet stripping herself would readily prepare her for what Cassidy wanted.

Cassidy could see the fear and terrible uncertainty in Lindsay's eyes, yet her hands moved of their own accord. Her tight top came off first revealing a black sports bra damp with perspiration. Lindsay had to balance awkwardly as she worked off each shoe. She wiggled out of her sports pants, halfway removing her panties in the process.

Now she hesitated.

"Top first," Cassidy instructed. Lindsay pulled up the bra allowing her breasts to spring free. Cassidy resisted the impulse to go up to those magnificent orbs, weigh them and kissing them. Lindsay had to deserve her pleasure.

The panties were finally shed, with Lindsay resisting the impulse to cover her pubic area and breasts out of fear of angering Cassidy. Cassidy let a ghost of a smile cross her lips. Now for the second part. Cassidy stood up.




Be Careful Who You Call Prey Ch. 02



"Now undress me."

Lindsay reached out with trembling hands toward Cassidy's shirt. She rolled it up and when she had risen up enough Cassidy raised her hands up and allowed Lindsay to pull the shirt over her head. Lindsay stole a kiss on Cassidy's breast while Cassidy's gaze was blocked. Lindsay then knelt down and pulled Cassidy's pants down.

"Kiss me," Cassidy said softly. Lindsay tried to rise but Cassidy put hand on each of Lindsay's shoulder and held her in place. Lindsay looked up confused. Cassidy had to place hands on each side of Lindsay's head and moved it forward. Her directions understood, Lindsay moved her head forward and kissed Cassidy's pubic area.

Cassidy propped one leg on the sofa, giving Lindsay better access. With one hand she kept Lindsay in place. Through the cotton of the panties Lindsay began to lick and suck on Cassidy's pussy. It was highly inexperienced, but eager to please. Cassidy kept Lindsay at it for several minutes until her crotch was wet with the combination of Cassidy's juices and Lindsay's saliva.

"Finish undressing me," Cassidy said quite pleased with herself and Lindsay. Lindsay waited for Cassidy to bring her leg back down before pulling her panties down. Cassidy rested a hand on Lindsay's shoulder as she stepped out once more place her pussy an inch from Lindsay's face. Cassidy caught Lindsay taking in a deep breath when she was closest.

Lindsay stood up and worked Cassidy's bra off finally. Her own breasts swung free and Cassidy took a relieved murmur to have that pressure removed from her breasts and back.

"You touched my breast without permission Lindsay," Cassidy stated. Lindsay looked distraught. Cassidy moved down to the sofa until she was in the middle.

"Come here," Cassidy directed. Lindsay obeyed so Cassidy continued. "Lay across my lap. You have been bad and I'm going to punish you." Lindsay gulped, but lay got on all fours on the sofa and crawled across Lindsay's lap. She lay down and waited for her punishment.

"Raise your ass up," Cassidy told Lindsay. She struggled to do so.

Her ass rose up to a sufficient level, Cassidy touch, fondled and cupped Lindsay's tight well-toned ass. Three times she removed her hand only to come back and coax it along from a different angle. The first slap left a red mark and caused Lindsay to yelp out in pain. Without hesitation a second slap came down on the other cheek.

"Are you bad?" Cassidy insisted.

"I'm bad," wept Lindsay. Cassidy spanked her again which elicited another cry of pain.

"How bad are you?"

"Very bad, please ..." Lindsay begged. Smack.

"Will you ever do anything I don't want you to do again?"

"No, no, no ..." panted Lindsey between sobs. Cassidy leaned over Lindsay's ear.

"I forgive you," she purred while stroking Lindsay's hair. "Get up." With pain etched on her face, Lindsay stood up. Cassidy didn't make her sit down.

(Lindsay)

"Lindsay, go to the bathroom in the Master suite. You will find several ointments in there. Bring one here," Cassidy informed her. Lindsay winced off to obey. The bedroom was expensively decorated but Lindsay was smart enough, or smarting enough, to hurry to the bathroom and find a lotion that healed irritated and burnt skin. She walked quickly back to Cassidy.

"Back across my lap," Cassidy instructed. Lindsay put the ointment on the sofa and crawled back over Cassidy's lap. "Why shouldn't I spank you again?" Lindsay felt panicked.

"I don't know," she whispered to Cassidy. Cassidy put a feather-light hand on one of Lindsay's ass cheeks.

"I guess I should spank you then," Cassidy suggested.

"Please don't," Lindsay pleaded. There was a shift in movement by Cassidy then Lindsay felt a gentle kiss on one cheek then the other.

"I won't hurt you because I care about you Lindsay. I will punish you when you disobey me, but I will never be cruel. You deserve better than that."

Lindsay felt warm all over, not physically, but deep insider her psyche. To emphasize the point, a cold sensation came over Lindsay's ass as Cassidy put on the lotion and with loving strokes Cassidy administered to her pain. 

"Kneel before me," Cassidy instructed.

Tenderly Lindsay pulled herself up and maneuvered so she was once more between Cassidy's legs. She couldn't quite bring herself to sit back on her buttocks.

"Kiss me," Cassidy instructed. This time Lindsay didn't rush it. She took her time and gave Cassidy a kiss that started of timid and gentle but grew richer and hungrier as it developed.

"You need to go now," Cassidy told her. Lindsay wanted more but now knew it wasn't her place to gauge how their romance progressed. Lindsay felt safer and more secure than since she'd felt since she was a small child. Lindsay made her way to the door, hesitated for a moment and was about to leave.

"Lindsay, I care for you," Cassidy said with real compassion. Lindsay fought for the words to express how she really felt.

"I care ... I will do whatever you want me to do," Lindsay confessed.

"I know you will Lindsay; now goodnight," Cassidy smiled. Lindsay went home, her sore behind forgotten in the possibilities the night had provided.

(The Next Evening)

"I don't want you wearing clothes in my home without my permission," Cassidy informed Lindsay. Lindsay nodded. She began stripping of her clothes rapidly. It gave Lindsay a thrill to be so vulnerable and to be trusting in Cassidy so completely. Things had progressed so rapidly that it made her head spin, yet nothing had ever felt so right.

"I have a gift for you," Cassidy grinned. She extended a foot long white and silver box with a white bow to Lindsay. Lindsay waited and Cassidy's grin broadened. "Open it."

Lindsay pulled the bow and the box came free. When she opened the lid she found an eight inch pink cylindrical object inside. It was a dildo with small nobs around the head.

Lindsay looked at Cassidy quizzical.

"I need to know what your thresholds are," Cassidy allowed. "I'm going to make you show me how much you can take." Lindsay wasn't exactly sure what this entailed but she couldn't imagine defying Cassidy.

"Cut it on and move it to where you would normally start pleasuring yourself." Lindsay felt it vibrate in her hand and it felt mildly erotic. When it touched the spot just about her clit it felt electric.

"Uh," she gasped. Cassidy looked at her patiently so Lindsay began moving it up and down past the clit along the lips. She moaned the first time she inserted it in then dragged the wet top back along her lips and clit.

It felt like seconds but most have been minutes when she heard Cassidy's voice cut through the pleasure that fogged her mind.

"Stop," Cassidy repeated. Lindsay whined but did as instructed. "You don't have my permission to come." Lindsey felt like pleading out her need; Cassidy held her gaze, daring her to choose herself over her mistress. Lindsay didn't disappoint.

"You can start again," Cassidy gave a devilish smile as the vibrator came back on and was reinserted. Lindsay moaned close to orgasm but as she discovered her own limits she clearly tried extend the time between Cassidy's interventions. After several close calls Cassidy came over and took over the pleasure tool. Cassidy used the knowledge she'd picked up from watching Lindsay to take over the torture.

"Kiss me," Cassidy commanded. Lindsay hurriedly did so. Cassidy put a hand behind her head and held into a tight lip-lock while she furiously worked the vibrator in and out. Lindsay furiously screamed out her orgasm into Cassidy's mouth then collapsed boneless to the ground.

"You did well," Cassidy told Lindsay as she stroked her cheek. "You may go home now."

(5 Days Later)

(Cassidy)

"Put these on," Cassidy instructed. When Lindsay took them she made the logical assumption that was unfortunately wrong. "No, fix them behind your back." Lindsay locked the handcuffs in place and turned to her side so that Cassidy could see that she'd done as directed. "I want you to come here and pleasure me now."

Lindsay waddled forward on her knees between Cassidy's legs. Cassidy, standing, looked down at Lindsay struggled to position her mouth just right. When she got there she began to lick with greatly increased skill. Lindsay had been discovered to be an inexperienced but empathic lover. She was also a quick learner.

As Lindsay touched her pleasure points she stroked her head but when Cassidy drew close to orgasm she would yank Lindsay's head away by the hair. Tears formed in Lindsay's eyes but she kept quiet.

"Stand up," Cassidy. Lindsay struggled to stand. When she finally did Cassidy lifted up one of her own breasts and held it at the ready. Lindsay leaned forward and began to suckle vigorously. It felt very pleasurable.

"You have been good Lindsay," Cassidy purred. "What do you want?" Lindsay was clearly embarrassed, but Cassidy was patient. 

"Wax," she whispered. Cassidy nodded; of all the pleasures Lindsay had latched onto, candle wax was so far her favorite.

Cassidy forced Lindsay to lie on her stomach while she got the candles and matches. Cassidy set two candles to light and turned her attention to Lindsay's stomach and buttocks, makes small bits, licks, and kisses. She was winding up Lindsay until she stroked down between ass cheeks. She toyed with her anus before going down to the bottom of her pussy. 

She stuck one finger in and began pumping it in and out. Lindsay began to moan and buck upward. When Lindsay began to thrash up more seriously Cassidy withdrew her finger and went for the first candle. She let the first wax droplet fall on the back of the thigh right below the ass. Lindsay flinched and moaned. The second drop fell a little higher and fell on the ass itself. 

Lindsay began sobbing in ecstasy. Cassidy drew a line of drips up to the curve of the waist before putting the candle aside. She came back and peeled off the wax and blew lightly on the reddened welts making Lindsay shiver. With the second candle she went down far side; on the fourth drop Lindsay cried out. Cassidy waited until she stopped shaking.

"You did good Lindsay. You may go home now," Cassidy allowed. She got the keys and removed the handcuffs. Lindsay rolled over and sat up, rubbing her wrists.

"Kiss me." Lindsay leapt into Cassidy's arms and kissed her and was kissed in return. "Lindsay, you belong to me." Lindsay snuggled into Cassidy's arms.

"Thank you," Lindsay whispered. 



Be Careful Who You Call Prey Ch. 03



*Trust is a thought that lives, grows, withers and dies. We nurture it to either end*

(Special thanks to SweetGasps and GingerVye for firing up this story in my mind)



(Lindsay)

When she knocked on the door she was worried. Cassidy hadn't been by to the gym which was so unlike her. She had been torn between calling and showing up, deciding to show up in case Cassidy needed something right away. She felt for what seemed forever when the door opened and this highly sensual woman answered.

She was tall, like Cassidy, but had billowing luxurious black hair and bedroom eyes. It appeared all she had was a silken grey blouse held together by only the middle two buttons. She even stuck a provocative pose.

"Aren't you a nice little morsel," the woman murmured in a sexually aggressive manner.

"Can ... can I see Cassidy?" Lindsay stammered.

"She's in the shower," the woman smiled.

"Can I wait?"

"Oh, are you the latest little drink-stirrer? Tell you what; I tell her you've come by," the beautiful woman promised in a sweetly-sick manner. 

Lindsay didn't know what to say. Was that all she was to Cassidy; one in a long line of placeholders in her life. She struggled for the words. She knew Cassidy loved her deep in her soul. They had something.

"Well, good-bye then," the woman grinned as she shut the door in Lindsay's face.

She wandered back downstairs in a daze. Lindsay didn't know where to go so she found herself wandering to one of her old haunts. She felt totally vulnerable, even betrayed. Only the cold realization that Cassidy had never promised her anything but was offered kept her going. She didn't own Cassidy, Cassidy owned her.

(Cassidy)

Cecelia Meriwether was a rare storm in Cassidy's life. Fierce, bold and relentless, her raven-haired lover was in essence a cold calculating woman who weighed every relationship as a transaction. For Cecelia Cassidy was an employer; a courier for her business who took care of 'select' opportunities in Cassidy's business. Cassidy paid well and they shared in the knowledge they had beaten the system.

Cassidy dialed her phone.

"Lindsay, answer me when you get this," she told her partner's voice mail.

"Problem," Cecelia asked.

"My girlfriend," Cassidy answered.

"You have a girlfriend?" Cecelia scoffed. "How long is this one going to last?" Cecelia asked.  Cassidy gave her a measured stare.

"This woman is different – different to the point that this was the last time. Sex with you is good, but I don't need anyone else anymore," Cassidy confessed.

Cecelia gave a knowing grin.

"We'll always do this," Cecelia laughed.

"Not anymore. I'm serious about this girl. I'm sort of curious where she is too," Cassidy wondered aloud.

"Slight little thing, brown hair, honest features? She was here while you were in the shower. I told her that the two of you were done. I hope you don't mind," Cecelia mused.  Cassidy turned on Cecelia with real anger. Cassidy grabbed up her jacket and her purse. She stopped at the door on her way out.

"Don't be here when I get back," Cassidy threatened then slammed the door.

Cassidy waited impatiently to make the lobby. She'd done something she'd sworn never to do to Lindsay – she'd been cruel. She hadn't meant to be; she simply hadn't thought about the consequences of her actions. She was Lindsay's protector; the one Lindsay had chosen to open herself up to. She found Lindsay in the third club she tried.

(Lindsay)

She didn't know why she was there. She needed to get away for a while. Her place would only remind her of what she'd lost and she didn't even know what she'd done wrong. She was vaguely aware of the guys on either side trying to score with her but the last thing she wanted right now was sex. Even the memory of Cassidy was better than this.

"Lindsay," Cassidy barked. Lindsay spun around on her stool and stared open-eyed at her lover.

"Cassidy," Lindsay whispered.

"Hey now," joked one of the guys, "She's with us."  He put a hand on her elbow, stopping her from standing up.

"Kiss me," Cassidy ordered. Lindsay pulled away despite the strength of his hold and rushed to Cassidy, kissing her on the lower lip then pressing her tongue farther in.

"Fucking dykes," the second guy sneered. Cassidy stepped passed Lindsay and faced the first of the two men. He foolishly stood up only to realize he barely had an inch on Cassidy.

Cassidy snatched his balls and squeezed with the hand strength developed over years of lifting. He tried to scream but his very breath was taken away by the upward pressure she applied to him. His buddy looked like he was about to do something stupid so Cassidy fixed him with a stare.

"Do you want to be next?" Cassidy growled at the second man. Lindsay could have sworn he wet himself. Cassidy used her hold the first guy to slam him to the bar. She let go and the guy slid down to the floor whimpering. Cassidy turned to Lindsay and fixed her with a gaze.

"You do understand I'm not happy with you," she announced.

Lindsay nodded and moved to Cassidy's side. Cassidy took her by the elbow and led her from the crowd and into the night. When they got to Cassidy's car she turned on Lindsay and with real anger and snapped.

"How dare you lose faith in me? I said you are mine and I meant it. You will never doubt me again, is that clear?"

"Yes Cassidy," Lindsay said demurely. She now felt so foolish for believing that other woman about Cassidy and she knew she had deserved to be punished; hell she welcomed it. They drove to Cassidy's home in silence. It was clear that Cassidy had hardly simmered down. When they got to the elevator Cassidy turned to Lindsay and gave her a command she'd never issued before.

"Don't let me kiss you," she told Lindsay. It almost – almost – caught Lindsay off-guard. Cassidy's lips were almost upon hers when Lindsay got her hands up against Cassidy's chest and she pressed back with all her might. It was an uneven struggled but Lindsay tossed her head back and forth and fought on until her hands were forced to their sides. Lindsay's face was held fast in her lover's grasp and Cassidy forced the kiss.

"You are mine," insisted Cassidy with grave authority.

"Yes," Lindsay whispered as she looked down to the ground.

"Kiss me," Cassidy commanded next. Lindsay flowed into her arms and wept as she kissed her mistress. Cassidy stroked the back of her hear and made soft comforting noises to her mate.

(Cassidy)

Lindsay had shown just enough resistance against Cassidy's embrace to make her happy. Lindsay had been confused by Cecilia intervention, but she needed to understand that Cassidy totally trusted her and expected the same. Having Lindsay was more than restraints and commands; it was the willingness to sacrifice for the other. 

Lindsay was so happy to be inside Cassidy's home that she almost forgot herself. She was in the living room before she began stripping her clothes off. When she finished she knelt down in from of the coffee table and waited. Cassidy got herself a tray of vegetables and two glasses of water. The TV came on and Cassidy watched without glancing to Lindsay.

Her strategy was simple. When she was ready she went to bed. She could see Lindsay was anxious to say something, but Cassidy was secretly pleased that she'd kept to herself. Cassidy went to sleep comfortable in the belief that she could count on Lindsay. In the morning she found Lindsay wavering but still in the spot Cassidy had left her in. She was clearly cramped up, in some pain, and struggling to stay awake.

"You may go home now. You will maintain you routine. I will be checking up on you. I will meet you at the gym tonight and I will expect an exceptional effort on your part. You will not let me down," Cassidy stated firmly. Lindsay got up and staggered around; muscles clearly stressed from remaining still all night long and began gathering her cloths. 

"Lindsay, you may use the bathroom," Cassidy allowed. Lindsay scampered off to use the facilities. Cassidy stole a smile when she heard Lindsay relieve herself – control, not humiliation was her goal. When she came back out she watched Lindsay's taut body get dressed but there was something she had yet to do.

"Lindsay, stop me from kissing you," Cassidy commanded. Lindsay prepared herself as best her tired body could. She had a fierce determination her eyes as Cassidy closed in. To her credit, Lindsay fought with every ounce of energy she could summon. Only when Cassidy had her hopelessly pinned did the game change.

"Lindsay, kiss me."

Relief flooded Lindsay's face and she crossed the inch that separated them and gave Cassidy a desperate and hungry embrace. Cassidy felt relief and redemption for Lindsay in that simple action. She never wanted Lindsay to forget she cared for her again.

(Lindsay)

The day was one of suffering, but her physical suffering was the least of it. It was the ache of longing for someone she belonged with. Running had been a relief of sorts, loosening her muscles and clearing her mind for what she hoped would come. She fought her way through work, counting the hours until she was able to change and head to the gym.

Cassidy's demeanor was neutral, neither denying much nor promising anything. It kept Lindsay on edge, which was undoubtedly what Cassidy wanted. When Cassidy took Lindsay to the car, she stopped her by the passenger door and looked at her with some heat.

"Kiss me," she commanded.

Lindsay didn't rush in; she stepped forward and savored the moment, kissing Cassidy gently yet fully. This seemed to please Cassidy but a mask of control slipped in its place soon enough.

"I'm still angry with you. Now get in the car," Lindsay hurriedly obeyed and passed the journey to Cassidy's in silence. Lindsay hoped for contact in the elevator but was denied by Cassidy's refusal to initiate communication of any kind.

When they had taken off their jackets and settled into opposite sides of the sofa, Lindsay, now naked, waited patiently for her punishment. She even looked forward to Cassidy's touch.

"Lindsay, go home," Cassidy said. Lindsay reacted as if slapped. Worse, being slapped would have been far more preferable. Cassidy's eyes were cold and pitiless, denying the thing that Lindsay wanted most of all.

Lindsay gathered her clothes and headed for the door, dejected and torn by remorse.

"What do you suggest I do to you?" Cassidy asked when Lindsay was reaching for the doorknob. Lindsay turned and pleaded.

"Tie me up; leave me close to you but unable to touch you, but please don't make me leave."

Cassidy studied her, got up and walked over to Lindsay and the door.

"If you stop me from kissing you, you may stay," Cassidy announced. Cassidy stepped in and was surprised by Lindsay's ferocity. Not an inch was given without a terribly fight on Lindsay's part. She wept at her impending failure but never gave up fighting for Cassidy's affections. Once more at the edge of victory, Cassidy stopped.

"Lindsay, kiss me," Cassidy found herself breathing heavily. Lindsay, who was outright panting, kissed Cassidy weakly but with a great sense of relief.

"Ropes it is," Lindsay's lover smiled down at her property. Lindsay snuggled into Cassidy's arms having won a victory greater than any force of arms. Dominant or submissive, lovers were things you fought for.

(Cassidy)

Lindsay was thoroughly bound, but that was not the test. The true test was putting Lindsay only inches away, under the comforter in the bedroom with her. She didn't have to wiggle far for a touch, not far at all. That was the real test of the torture Lindsay had chosen. To have what you want in your grasp but forcing your mind to deny you that pleasure. She was happy that Lindsay had chosen well.

When she woke, Lindsay remained where she'd been placed. It was clear that Lindsay hadn't gotten much sleep, no doubt driven by the fearful desires of her sleeping mind. Cassidy ignored her while she took care of her morning business. Only when she had finished did she come back and inspect her handwork. 

Lindsay's wrists were still bound then secured to her bound knees and bound feet. It had not been to constraining, but not too comfortable either. There was no declaration of reward for her night's accomplishments; it was punishment after all. Instead after she untied Lindsay she said but a single word.

"Go." Lindsay hurriedly obeyed as much as her sore legs and arms would allow.

That afternoon she called Lindsay at work. Lindsay could barely contain her surprise.

"Lindsay, we are going out tonight; dress appropriately," Cassidy told her. When Lindsay showed up for the gym that night, she turned heads. She had dressed to the 'nines'; looking good enough to eat. It was with some satisfaction that she drew jealous eyes when Lindsay scampered over to be with her.

When the workout finished and Lindsay represented herself did Cassidy give her an appreciative once-over.

"You look nice," she allowed. Lindsay beamed. When they walked to the car, it was more in the manner of lovers instead of Cassidy leading Lindsay along. Sometimes it was the little thing that mattered most.

Dinner was close to being normal, though Cassidy warned Lindsay there would be consequences when they got back to her place. Dessert was not allowed. Back on the elevator ride up, Cassidy changed things yet again.

"Kiss me, but I won't allow it," Cassidy instructed her. 

Lindsay was a passionate beast trying every trick so knew to slip past Cassidy's guard and kiss her. As it was, she kissed Cassidy's wrist, neck and chest before Cassidy told her to stop. She stroked Lindsay's head; not saying a word, but clearly showing her pleasure in Lindsay's efforts. Like Lindsay, Cassidy was a prize to be fought for and earned. A true mistress celebrated the spirit in their conquest, their mates, not feared or suppressed it.

When they got back to Cassidy's flat she let Lindsay go in first she would appreciate Lindsay's fine lines from behind. Lindsay quickly stripped down but Cassidy stopped her at her panties, which were, high on the hips, red and enticing.

"Do you still deserve to be punished?" Cassidy asked carefully.

Lindsay turned and nodded her head.

"Get me the paddle," Cassidy ordered. Lindsay skipped off to obey. To Lindsay it was hardly punishment at all. Sure, it would sting, but it was a focus of attention that aroused her deeper than any physical discomfort. 

(Lindsay)

When Lindsay got back from the bedroom where Cassidy kept most of her toys she found her mistress waiting with two long strands of black silk cloth.

"Head on the sofa; hands behind your back," Cassidy instructed her. Lindsay lay the paddle beside her head and did as she was told.

Cassidy secured Lindsay's elbows together which was a bit painful. The silk was woven down until Lindsay's hands were equally bound. With the second strand Cassidy covered her eyes.

"Sit back and do nothing," Cassidy told her. Again, Lindsay did as the mistress commanded. She heard Cassidy moving around in the kitchen and something being cut up.

When Cassidy returned Lindsay heard Cassidy put something on the coffee table beside her.

"Lean forward," Cassidy said softly. Lindsay did and something juice was pressed into her mouth. It took her a moment to realize it was melon. She chewed it up making an appreciative noise.

"Did you like it?" Lindsay hadn't finished the fruit so she nodded. 'Wack!' the paddle came down on her backside. Lindsay's ass stung from the strong blow. The routine continued for nine more pieces of fruit; cantaloupe, strawberries, and mango. Each time Lindsay knew she had the easy way out – she could lie; she could lie to Cassidy and the pain would stop. 

Lindsay couldn't do it. On the last time Cassidy put two fingers into Lindsay's mouth. It was covered in Cassidy's juices and Lindsay sucked and sucked until Cassidy pulled them away.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Lindsay pleaded, cringed and begged all at the same time.

"Lindsay, I want you to spend the night; no bonds or restraints of any kind. Just you and me." Lindsay put her head into Cassidy's lap and rubbed her cheek against her mistress's thigh. Cassidy untied the blindfold and looked into Lindsay's eyes.

"I love you. You are the other half of me and don't you forget it," Cassidy told her.

"I feel the same way, Cassidy. I know you will always be there for me."

Cassidy took her to mattress, stripped down herself and moved Lindsay to the center of the bed and mindful of her sore backside, wrapped the covers over both of them. Cassidy drew Lindsay to her and covered her in small kisses and pulled her close before they drifted off to sleep.

(Cassidy)

Tonight they took time off from the gym to spend some quality couple time. Lindsay still moved a bit tenderly when she sat down, but she gave Cassidy a slight secret smile every time she did so. Cassidy couldn't help sharing some of her playfulness.  It was a real mood-killer when he appeared and joined them at their table.

His name was Michael Kantos and like Cassidy he was in the Import/Export business. The difference with Michael was that his dealings were basically all underhanded. His few legitimate concerns were merely window dressing for his criminal endeavors. Back when she was struggling to start up her business they had done some favors for one another but now that Cassidy's business was thriving she was putting as much distance between the two of them as possible.

The occasional favor once or twice a year was all she would risk. For some time this had been acceptable but very recently one of Michael's major business partner's had been busted by Customs and Michael was looking for a new 'partner' to run his enterprises through. Cassidy had given a polite but firm 'no'. She had too much to lose.

"Cassidy," Michael began, "your lovely little drink-stirrer, Lindsay?"

"She is none of you concern," Cassidy cautioned him. "I wasn't aware we had any business to discuss."

"Come now Cassidy, we are old friends. Can't I stop by to chat with you and Ms. Cohen?"

"Anything you wish to talk with me about can be handled during normal business hours. As for chatting, what have you to say that I haven't already turned you down on?" Cassidy responded. Michael looked offended then smiled.

"Things change. I hope you may still come around to my way of thinking," he grinned. 

He got up and made his way back to another section of the restaurant. Cassidy was uneasy.

"Lindsay, we are leaving," she said in a hushed tone. Lindsay put her jacket on her lap and waited for the waitress to bring the bill. For Cassidy the girl moved with glacial slowness. To her credit Lindsay didn't slow Cassidy down with pointless questions. Any explanations could come when they were safe.

They had almost made it to the car when Cassidy spotted the two men moving to intercept. They were almost certainly Michael's leg-breakers, a cut above your average thug.

"Lindsay," she tossed the smaller girl the keys, "Get in the car and drive."

Lindsay caught the keys but seemed torn about what to do.

"Go!" Cassidy hissed. Lindsay began angling for the car. The two men now revealed their toys. One had a collapsible baton and the other had a taser. The man with the taser broke off from the other and made for Lindsay. Cassidy's heart sank because she knew Lindsay couldn't get the door open in time. There was only one thing to do. She charged the closest man.

His baton came down hard on the forearm she was using to shield herself. She prayed the arm wasn't broken. She was able to punch him twice in the gut, staggering him back. His second baton blow fell on her shoulders and the pain shot up through her arm and neck. The blow had brought the man's head down within range and Cassidy head-butted it with all her strength.




Be Careful Who You Call Prey Ch. 03



The man cried out and Cassidy was able to slip under his arm and throw him to the ground. The second man had turned to attack her when a blur hit him hard. Lindsay and the man struggled but Lindsay was able to grapple his arm low enough she could have leveraged. She jammed the taser into the man's guts and set it off. They both spasm but didn't fall so Lindsay hit him again then a third time before she lost consciousness on the ground.

Cassidy took the first man and kicked him hard in the side of his face. She then took the man's arm to the curb; slanted in, and kicked so hard on the limb she splintered it. The man was screaming in agony. Cassidy went to the second man and kicked him repeatedly in the head until her anger dissipated. She then gathered up Lindsay and the taser and put them in the car.

She went back over to the man who was semi-conscious.

"Tell Michael that if he tries something like this again the next arm I'll break will be his. Do you understand me?" Cassidy seethed.

The man nodded through the pain. Cassidy took that as he cue to leave. Only as she was driving away did something occur to her.

When Lindsay regained consciousness they were still on the way to Cassidy's destination. Cassidy reached across the seat and shook Lindsay.

"How dare you?" Cassidy shouted. "When I tell you to do something then do it. You could have been killed. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Lindsay looked down at the floorboard of the car, silent and frightened.

"Say something damn it!"

"I couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt," Lindsay muttered. "I know I was bad, but I didn't know what else to do."

"Next time obey me, are we clear?"

"No," Lindsay said softly but defiantly. "I can't go on without you. I'd rather be dead." Cassidy didn't say anything for a while.

"Well, I won't have that. No matter what happens to either one of us, I will find you. Now stop disobeying me," Cassidy said. Lindsay didn't respond which made Cassidy warm inside. Lindsay wouldn't dare lie to her, so she wasn't saying anything at all.

(Lindsay)

Even knowing the pain was coming couldn't overcome her joy at gazing at Cassidy alive and well. Sure she looked forward to her discipline, but it was all for Cassidy. No one else could touch her the way Cassidy did. No one could be so loving yet stern. Now Cassidy had expressed her love in the strongest way imaginable; she'd berated Lindsay for risking her own life to save hers. It was the love of sacrifice. It made all those volts that had coursed through her body worth suffering. She would have willingly suffered them all over again for Cassidy and Cassidy knew it.

She'd never been to the apartment building Cassidy pulled up on front. When Cassidy got out she looked like she was about to say something definitive and harsh; instead she said,

"Stay out of the way," and stormed into the building, Lindsay in tow.

As they went up the elevator Lindsay pulled close to Cassidy, but Cassidy stopped her with a glance. She was still horribly angry with Lindsay and there would be no kissing allowed.

When they arrived at an apartment on the tenth floor Cassidy rang the doorbell and beat on the door.

"Hang on," came a woman's voice from the other side. The door opened and the woman turned out to be Cecelia. Cassidy popped her hard in the face, splitting her lip and causing her to stumble back into the room. Cassidy stormed in after Cecelia and Lindsay ghosted in and shut the door.

"What the fuck?" Cecelia managed to ask before Cassidy punched her again.

"You told Michael about Lindsay!" Cassidy screamed.

"Whoa, calm down. Michael came by and we talked but I never told him to do anything with your girl-toy," Cecelia evaded both verbally and physically.

"We got jumped tonight by two of Michael's goons, you bitch. Does the word 'drink-stirrer' ring a bell?" Cassidy growled as she stalked Cecelia around the place. Cassidy caught her, grabbed Cecelia's hair and hurdled her across the room, almost hitting Lindsay. Cecelia scrambled up and pulled a revolver out of her purse. She leveled it at Cassidy who came up short.

"Listen up you crazy bitch!" shouted Cecelia. "I'm sorry your pretty little thing got ..." 

Lindsay really didn't like the thought of anyone threatening Cassidy. It just wasn't right so she cracked Cecelia over the back of her head with the first thing that came to hand. Cecelia collapsed boneless to the ground.

"Damn it," Cassidy griped. "That vase was worth $2000. Couldn't you have hit her with the lamp; that was only worth $500?" Lindsay did her best to look contrite. Apparently satisfied with Lindsay's tongue-lashing Cassidy turned to the task at hand. She found enough cord to tie Cecelia up on her bed. When Cecelia recovered Cassidy promised to come back tomorrow and really make her pay. Lindsay would still have to go to work, so she would miss the fun.

On the elevator ride down Cassidy looked over to Lindsay.

"Kiss me," she ordered. Lindsay shuffled nervously over to Cassidy and gave her a light kiss.

"You know I'm still very angry with you," Cassidy continued. "I think I will have to advance to something new in order to punish this. I think it is about time we moved up to strap-ons." Lindsay felt herself get wet in anticipation.

The next evening Cassidy met her at the gym and directed to leave immediately.

"I have something that will help with our current situation. I don't want Michael to ever threaten you again. If he does, I want you to know that I will find you." All Lindsay could do was nod. Nothing was made clearer when they arrived at a doctor's office after almost everyone gone home.

"We are here to see Doctor Travers," Cassidy told the receptionist. The woman nodded and buzzed Cassidy and Lindsay through. A nurse ushered Cassidy and Lindsay to a small operating room and Lindsay began getting nervous. Neither the doctor nor nurse was using names.

"This one will undergo the procedure," the doctor indicated Lindsay. Cassidy nodded.

"Please take off your top and lay face first on the table. We will administer some local anesthetic. It will take about fifteen minutes to have effect then we will make the implant and we will be done."

"That fast?" Cassidy asked.

"Yes. The process will have to be repeated every eleven months, but the battery life is normally good for up to thirteen months. Otherwise it is a standard GPS chip."

Lindsay was starting to put things together. She was being chipped, like a dog ... or like Cassidy's property. That made her feel a whole lot better.

The shot was the worst part of the whole thing. Once the area was numbed she felt the pressure at the top of her neck, just within the hairline, but that was it.

"Avoid strenuous exercise for the neck for the next forty-eight hours and contact me if there is any reaction at the insertion area. We are done for the night," the doctor finished.

On the way back home Lindsay rested her head on Cassidy's shoulder. 

"Is this some sort of brand that makes me yours?" Lindsay asked.

"Lindsay, do you need a brand to know you are mine?" Cassidy countered.

"No," she snuggled in. "Never."



Be Careful Who You Call Prey Ch. 04



*Do you want what you need, or need what you want*



(The previous afternoon)

Cecelia turned in her restraints as she heard Cassidy enter the room. She gave a slight murmur when she saw that Cassidy with a large black bag and a glass of wine. Cassidy sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her panties out of her mouth. Cecelia struggled to form words with her throat and tongue so dry. 

"Here you go," Cassidy said gently offering the wine to Cecelia. Cecelia looked at it hesitantly then drank. Cassidy patiently held it so she could take several sips. Cecelia coughed slightly and cleared her voice.

"Cassidy, I'm sorry ..." Cecelia began. Cassidy stroked the hair away from Cecelia's face.

"I know, I know, you didn't know about what would happen," Cassidy finished for her. She reached into her black bag and pulled out a ball-gag.

"Cassidy it will never happen again," she begged. Cassidy nodded but still put the ball-gag in despite Cecelia's struggles.

"I'm going to release you now Cecelia. If you struggle with me it will go much worse for you," she told her victim. Cecelia sighed and nodded. Her limbs were numb from being bound all night and she could hardly put up much of a fight even if she wanted to. Cassidy produced a knife and cut Cecelia free. Cassidy took care to not hurt Cecelia as she did so. She even massaged her bound wrists and ankles when they were released.

"Better?" Cassidy whispered in Cecelia's ear. Cecelia nodded. "Okay then, I'm going to strip you now." Cecelia could only comply though she shivered when the illusion of clothing was removed, now just her nightshirt. "On your hands and knees," she whispered to Cecelia again. As Cecelia struggled to comply Cassidy ran her hands along her stomach and flanks causing the dominant-submissive woman to shiver once more, this time in anticipation. 

She missed Cassidy's touch, even if it promised pain. Cassidy reached beneath Cecelia and tweaked a nipple and Cecelia sighed. Cassidy mounted behind Cecelia and spread her legs apart. She dragged her hand from the nipple to the cusp of Cecelia's belly. Her other hand rested on Cecelia's rump rubbing it with great familiarity.

"Hands behind your back," Cassidy instructed. She didn't want Cecelia getting too much sensation back in her wrists. Cecelia slowly did as directed. Cecelia pulled out a long length white silk wrap, Cecelia's favorite. She slowly yet thoroughly bound he hands behind her back, keeping the tie to the wrists and wrists alone. She would have a great deal of movement, but not enough to free her.

Cassidy pulled Cecelia's hips back so they were slightly bent beyond the hips, but this gave her better access to Cecelia's breasts which she now manipulated with both hands. Cassidy also planted small kisses from mid back to the base of the skull, pulling Cecelia's hair aside as she did so. Cecelia knew what was coming – there was never passion without pain.

"I think you are wet enough; what do you think?" Cassidy asked. Cecelia gave an unintelligible reply and even she was unsure of what she wanted to say. Cassidy turned Cecelia's head away so she couldn't see what was coming. She heard Cassidy pulling several things out and herself getting wetter in anticipation. She didn't have to wait long.

The dildo was carefully inserted into her vagina and Cecelia moaned. It was quite large, just on the pleasure side of painful. Cassidy inserted much of its length into her then drew it out and back again in an increasing rhythm. Right when she felt herself coming close to orgasm Cassidy stopped. Cecelia almost wept in frustration. There were several long seconds before she got her answer what Cassidy planned next.

The dildo to her ass was somewhat of a surprise, but again Cassidy took it surprisingly easy, working it around in small circles until it penetrated her. Cecelia expected, even desired, a painful plunge, but instead she got patient strokes, going out then in a little more until this dildo was fully in her. The double penetration was exquisite; she could feel the two rubbing against each other inside her.

Cassidy took up a position behind Cecelia and began to dry hump her, rocking the twin dildos inside of her. She then reached around and began engorging Cecelia's nipples with twist and pulls. Cecelia felt herself broaching her climax for a third time and she dedicated her mind to achieving it despite Cassidy's torture. She needn't have to work that hard.

Cecelia heard a slight clinking and a cool breathe of air against her nipples. The nipple clamps were ice cold when they were applied. Her blood-filled nipples exploded in lightning agony and Cecelia hit her orgasm. Cecelia's torment wasn't over yet. Even as her ears stopped thundering from the blood rush, she heard a frightening noise. Cassidy had a vibrator.

It became even worse because even as the vibrator was pressed tightly against her clitoris. Even as her body hit an erotic spasm, Cassidy cut on the other two dildos which were actually vibrators as well. Cecelia climaxed then climaxed again. She wept against her ball-gag from pangs of pleasure-pain wracking her body.

The vibrator on her clit was removed; Cassidy came up to her ear.

"I'm not done with you yet," she purred. Cecelia whimpered. She pulled out yet another phallic device for Cecelia to see. "Now, you are going to swallow this you bitch. Are we clear?" Cecelia had no real choice but to nod.

Cassidy removed the ball-gag and offered Cecelia another sip of wine which she gratefully took. The first thing that came to Cecelia was the size of this monster approaching her lips. It would be tough to take. The second thing was that it tasted of her favorite strawberry flavor. Cassidy slid it in a little way then drew it back so Cecelia could adjust.

"Do you like it, you little whore?" Cecelia nodded despite her fears. Cassidy shoved it in farther until Cecelia gagged. This time Cassidy didn't relent. She shoved it in farther. Tears streaked down her cheeks and drool went down her chin. Cassidy now reached down and used the vibrator on Cecelia's clit once more. 

Cassidy left the mouth cock in place and went for another toy. She began taking a leather strap to Cecelia's exposed backside. Now Cecelia thrashed about and her tears increased. Cecelia's scream was lost in the mouthful of cock in her mouth. Cecelia finally blacked out from the overwhelming sensation.

Cecelia woke to the warm sensation of a back rub. She murmured her appreciation of the gesture. It was Cassidy's way to have sensuous gestures mixed with pain. It left her anticipation of the next round, the next day, the next time they could be together.

"How was it?" Cassidy asked in her best sultry voice.

"Great as always," Cecelia sighed.

"Well, thanks to you this really was the last time." Cecelia tried to say something but Cassidy shushed her. "You were right before. I probably couldn't resist your lure forever. You changed all that when you put Lindsay at risk. If I can't have both of you I choose her and you have only yourself to blame."

Painfully Cecelia sat up and turned to look at Cassidy,

"Come on now ..." Cecelia began. Cassidy shook her head.

"Goodbye, and if you contact me again I'll tell Michael you tipped me off," Cassidy said as she lifted up her case and went to the door, exiting the bedroom. Behind her Cecelia ground her teeth in frustration.

(Two weeks after the events of Chapter One)

(Lindsay)

Lindsay exited Cassidy's place feeling the pleasant little whip stings across her bottom as her ass moved against the fabric of her panties. Cassidy had warned her to keep a better watch out for possible dangers so she spotted the woman right away. Lindsay stepped up to hail cab keeping the woman in view. Before the cab came the woman approached. Lindsay didn't have a taser but she did have a whistle. She clutched it now.

When the woman came into the closets streetlight Lindsay recognized her. Had it been in character Lindsay would have hated her. As it was she was merely cautious. Lindsay couldn't remember the woman's name. 

"Lindsay?" the woman asked. Lindsay pulled out the whistle and held it up to her chin. That made the woman smile.

"I don't mean you any harm," the woman said as she raised her hands in peace.

"How's the head?" Lindsay asked softly. Cecelia rubbed the back of her head and smiled.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm sorry about all that, really I am," Cecelia told Lindsay.

"Shouldn't you be apologizing to Cassidy? You are the one she betrayed," Lindsay pointed out.

"I've been trying to Lindsay but she won't talk to me," Cecelia told her.

"Oh," Lindsay wondered, "what do you want me to do about that?"

"I thought we could go somewhere and talk about it," Cecelia suggested.

"I don't think that would be wise," Lindsay responded. She had little reason to trust the woman.

"For Cassidy's sake; you must understand that I care for her and I miss her. How would you feel if you were forbidden to be around her anymore?" Cecelia reasoned.

"I would never betray her," Lindsay countered. It was clear to her that Cecelia was losing her composure. Still, she wasn't beyond compassion, "I'll talk with you if you like. I don' know what good it will do. I'll pick the place."

The resultant cab ride was done in silence and Lindsay chose an all-night diner that was frequented by police and cabbies. The sat back sipping their tea when Lindsay spoke.

"What is your name? It has been a while."

"Cecelia," the other woman answered. "Can you tell me how Cassidy is doing?"

"Cassidy is wonderful," Lindsay smiled. "She's constantly opening me to new possibilities and to things I didn't know about myself. I'd like to think she's happy."

"Do you ever do things ... to her?" Cecelia hinted.

"To her; no," Lindsay said. "Why would I?"

"Because she likes that as well Lindsay; Cassidy goes both ways – dominant and submissive," Cecelia informed her.

"She's never told me anything about that," Lindsay answered, "but I'm sure she has her reasons. Cassidy controls our relationship and that's how I like it. We are happy."

"I want Cassidy to be happy. Because of that I would like you take Cassidy to a whole new level of pleasure," Cecelia smiled. Lindsay leaned forward with some anticipation.

"What would I have to do?" Lindsay whispered. Cecelia grinned as she laid out some opening possibilities.

(Cassidy)

Lindsay came over in a strange mood. She had been reticent during their gym practice. When they got back to her place for a light bite to eat and a bit of bondage Lindsay tilted her head and told her,

"I talked to Cecelia last night." Cassidy looked Lindsay over carefully. Nothing seemed wrong with Lindsay's naked form.

"What did she say?" Cassidy asked.

"She says I should tie you to the bed, blindfold you, and massage you with the frozen dildo you keep in the freezer. She says you like that," Lindsay informed her. Cassidy had to admit that cold was one of her favorite sensations but it took a different kind of personality to dominate her, and Lindsay wasn't it. Lindsay was ... special and fulfilling, able to suck up all those desires Cassidy had to submit into her nubile form.

"I warned her about making contact with me," Cassidy grumbled.

"She misses you," Lindsay protested quietly, "and I can hardly blame her for that." Cassidy studied Lindsay for almost a minute, putting her thoughts in order and plumbing the depths of Lindsay's mind.

"You want to be with her too," Cassidy accused her lover.

"No," Lindsay declared, "I only want to be with you!"

"No, you want to be with us both, at the same time, don't you?" Cassidy clarified. Lindsay looked shocked, first at the accusation then to her own reactions.

"Yes," was Lindsay's bewildered reply. "I guess that is what attracted me to her. I'm sorry."

"On your knees before me," Cassidy commanded in a sexy voice. Lindsay hurried forward and obeyed. "Bend over backwards ... right there," she put Lindsay were she wanted her. "Grab your ankles behind you." She then took her time getting her riding crop. When she came back Cassidy sat back down and thought about it.

Cecelia had crossed the line and Cassidy had set her mind to never seeing the woman again. 'Smack' the crop came down across Lindsay's nipple. The young girl bit her lower lip to stop from crying out. On the other hand, pressing Lindsay between two lovers had an exciting possibility to it. 'Smack' and the crop came down on the other nipple. Lindsay stifled a whimper.

She could find someone else to be sure, but she knew Cecelia like she knew few other women. There would have to be a price; what could it be? Cassidy withheld her stroke and Lindsay sniffled. It came to her out of the depths of her own anger. Cecelia had betrayed her and would be betrayed in turn. She would convince Michael that Cecelia had deceived him then hand her over to Michael when she was done. 'Smack' and an accompanying sob.

(One Week Later)

(Cecelia)

She knocked on the door, her fear warring with her desire to control the situation. Lindsay answered in as short satin red robe that barely covered anything. She stepped aside silently and let Cecelia in. No sooner had the door shut was Cecelia aware that Lindsay had shed her robe and stood naked beside her.

"Hello," Cassidy said in a guarded manner. She had on another satin red robe but this one was full length. "I honestly hoped to never see you again."

"So I have Lindsay to thank for this meeting?" Cecelia guessed.

"She wants you and I'm prone to indulge her," Cassidy responded. "I'm not sure why she thinks the three of us would be good together."

"I would like to show you," Cecelia stated. As Cassidy crossed her legs Cecelia could not find a hint of clothing underneath. "Am I overdressed?"

"Indeed you are," Cassidy smiled seductively with that old hunger in her eyes. Cecelia started to take off her jacket but Cassidy shook her finger so she stopped.

"Lindsay, undress our friend," Cassidy commanded. Lindsay moved up beside Cecelia, eyes lowered.

"May I touch you?" Lindsay asked quietly. Cecelia looked to Cassidy then nodded. Gently took off the jacket then knelt down and took off one high heeled shoe after the other. Cecelia rested her hand on top of her head while she did so.

Still kneeling Lindsay slowly ran her hand along the back of Cecelia's calf up to her thigh and on to her ass. Cecelia liked her touch; it was one part bold, one part submissive. Lindsay unzipped Cecelia's skirt languidly once more caressing her ass as she did so. When she finished Lindsay hooked her finger along the waist band, moved then from back to front and back to the hips before pulling them down.

"You've trained her well," Cecelia commented.

"She's a natural," Cassidy answered. "All I am doing is helping her be more of what she is best at."

Lindsay started on her hose, left then right. Again her touch lingered along each leg to the point that Cecelia couldn't hide that she was getting turned on.

Lindsay stood up but still held her head down. Cecelia reached out and tilted her head up.

"I want to taste you," Cecelia told Lindsay. Lindsay tried to pry her head away from Cecelia's stronger grasp. Those struggles only made Cecelia want her more.

"Lindsay, stop struggling," Cassidy told her lover. Lindsay immediately let Cecelia control her and pull her into a brutal kiss. Cecelia took and took and it felt so good. Lindsay was like hot butterscotch on her lips and tongue.

"Get on with it," Cecelia said as she let go of Lindsay's chin. Lindsay lowered her head once more and began to roll up her sleeveless shirt. Lindsay lowered herself so that her breath tantalized the skin on her stomach as she moved the shirt up. When she came to the bra Lindsay let her fingers and palms run along the fabric over her nipples. When the shirt was pulled over her head Cecelia found herself barely an inch away from Lindsay's face, eyes still downcast.

The shirt fell to the ground as Lindsay made her way behind Cecelia and moved her fingers along the straps. She pressed close behind her before unclasping the bra. She ran her hands around Cecelia's chest until she cupped her breasts and pushed the bra aside. The bra slipped down and slid off Cecelia's arms to join the rest of her clothes. 

"I have something for you," Cassidy said. She directed Lindsay to a necklace on the end table.

"Lindsay wanted to give you a gift. Lindsay, put it on Cecelia for us," Cassidy directed. Lindsay walked up to Cecelia and waited for her approval. Cecelia pulled her hair aside and let Lindsay hook it on. That done Lindsay stepped away from Cecelia and went over to Cassidy and knelt. "Let's go to the bedroom," Cassidy told Cecelia. Cecelia smiled and led the way down the path she knew so well.

Their love-making took them down many avenues but ended up with Cecelia on the bottom with a double-ended strap on with her hands pulling and massaging in equal measure Lindsay's breasts. Lindsay was the middle, kissing and being kissed by Cecelia as she rode her cock. Cassidy was on the top, her own double-ended strap on in Lindsay's ass.

Lindsay controlled the pace, first pushing up into Cassidy then driving down onto Cecelia. Both women coaxed her on with bites, licks and kisses. Lindsay was being pushed to the limits by the constant attention.

"Take it you little bitch," Cecelia taunted. 

"Don't you dare stop," warned Cassidy. Lindsay grunted and moaned but kept going. 

Only when she sensed Lindsay was at her limit did Cassidy call for a change in direction.

"Cecelia, slide out from underneath Lindsay and let her taste your cock. Lindsay, rest back against me."

Both women did as requested and soon Cecelia was kneeling in front Lindsay, sucking her off. Cassidy was behind her moving in slow steady strokes. 

Lindsay trembled through another orgasm as Cassidy reached around and played with her clit. She made a chocking noise on Cecelia's cock while the woman piston harder into her mouth and pumping it all the way down throat by grabbing two handfuls of hair. The rhythm and Lindsay's throat contractions caused Cecelia to orgasm as well. Cecelia was getting her fill this time around.

"Cecelia, I want you behind me," grinned Cassidy. Cecelia couldn't get out of Lindsay's mouth fast enough. This was what she came for; a piece of Cassidy's ass. 

"Lindsay, swing both your legs to the side," Cassidy commanded. As she struggled to obey, Cecelia leant behind Cassidy and slipped one strong finger into her ass. 

The sharpness of the gesture caused Cassidy to gasp. 

"Miss this, do you?" whispered Cecelia into Cassidy's ear. Slowly she nodded. Cecelia wiggled her finger around. At the same time Lindsay had completed her first maneuver.

"Lindsay, mover your ankles up to your ears," Cassidy panted. Being on her side the movement wasn't too difficult.

Cassidy grunted again as Cecelia brutalized her ass with the sudden thrust of a second finger.

"Fuck Cecelia," Cassidy gasped. "Miss me much?" Cecelia laughed and smacked Cassidy's ass. A third finger followed the second and Cassidy felt her heat rising.

"Ready?" Cecelia asked. Cassidy nodded in response. She lined up the dildo and as she pushed into Cassidy the other end of the dildo was driven up into Cecelia making her murmur in pleasure.

Lindsay had her ankles close to her ears when Cassidy shifted her around so that she was reaming Lindsay's ass while facing her. Cassidy kissed away some of the exhaustion from her lover's face. At the same moment Cecelia pierced Cassidy's ring and started sliding. Lindsay wrapped her arms around Cassidy's shoulders and drew her close.

When she was half way in Cecelia hesitated and gave Cassidy time to adjust. Right when Cassidy began to wiggle in the want of attention, Cecelia slammed it all the way in. Cassidy cried out and tears came to her eyes as Lindsay drew her close in comfort. Cecelia pressed in on Cassidy who collapsed onto Lindsay. The air was driven out of Lindsay and she gasped.




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Cassidy supported enough of the weight to save Lindsay but Cecelia kept driving into Cassidy's ass which in turn drove Cassidy into Lindsay's ass. Inside the top to women their own dildos where caught up in the propelling force. Lindsay hit another orgasm and couldn't seem to come down. The tremors passed through Cassidy into Cecelia who gave two more desperate cries then hit her own climax. That final push was all that Cassidy needed.

Cassidy again supported Cecelia until the other woman rolled off. The dildo came out with a painful pop that made Cassidy grimace, but it was a good pain. When she recovered from the physical extraction she rolled off of Lindsay and wedged herself between Cecelia and Lindsay.

"Cassidy?" Cecelia purred.

"Something I've missed," she moaned. Lindsay rolled onto her side and snuggled up to her.

"I think Lindsay liked it to," Cecelia added. Lindsay snuggled in tighter.

"I think she is tired but exhausted and I still have uses for her tonight," Cassidy said. She looked Cecelia who looked back a bit confused and hurt.

"I ..." Cecelia began but Cassidy's look brought her up short. Cassidy had that look that brooked no challenge. Cecelia had been dismissed. Cecelia got up and walked back to the living room where her clothes had been left. She was racked with frustration as she left the building. She was so caught up in her own anguish she didn't see the trap until it was sprung.

(Later that Night)

"So Cecelia, you've been lying to me," Michael Kantos said in a calm voice. "I really can't have that. It makes me look bad."

"I swear I didn't tell Cassidy that you were coming. What I told you wasn't meant to be a code word, please believe me," Cecelia begged.

"Well, you have a pretty face and a nice body. It is a pity to mess them up," he faux-sighed.

"Please, I can make it up to you. I can do whatever you want," she smiled seductively. In reality all she really wanted to do was bite his dick off, but she liked living more.

"I have enough whores Cecelia. What I need is an example and you are it," Michael nodded reluctantly. "Boys, lift her up; break her legs and work your way up."

Now Cecelia fought for all she was worth. She lashed out at her assailants' legs causing one to grunt in pain, but he didn't let go. A man behind her grabbed her hair and yanked back. A fourth man approached from the front with a crowbar. He had an arm in a cast. He grinned evilly.

"Right or left bitch; I'm giving you a choice," the man gloated. Cecelia responded by lashing out with her left foot. The man brought the crowbar down on the extended leg and Cecelia screamed. Next she began sobbing. Her head slumped forward as hopelessness set in but the man behind her yanked it back up again.

"You really need to pay attention to what is done to you Cecelia," Michael instructed her.

"Please," Cecelia begged again. "I'll leave town. You will never see me again. Damn it Michael we did business together."

"All in the past," he smiled. "As the saying goes, what have you done for me lately? Men, continue with the lesson."

"Excuse me," Lindsay said in a soft voice, "I've come for Cecelia." Everyone in the room turned and looked at the small girl with the light frame and bright friendly face. Cecelia sobbed in joy; she wasn't alone. Several men laughed. Only the one with the cast was suspicious and began looking around.

"Ms. Cohen it is surprising to meet you here. Where is Cassidy?" Michael politely asked.

"You can talk with her when I have Cecelia and leave," Lindsay stated frankly.

"Andreas, get that one," Michael directed one of his men. Andreas moved from behind Cecelia and went after Lindsay. Cecelia looked over to Lindsay who seemed to have no plan.

"Run Lindsay!" Cecelia screamed. The man with the crowbar hit Cecelia in the stomach shutting her up. Lindsay did as she was asked and fled deeper into the warehouse.

(A Few Days in the Past)

"You are going to destroy Cecelia," Lindsay stated to Cassidy.

"What?" Cassidy said surprised by that revelation. "You don't need to worry about it."

"You will destroy her because you always protect us and I trust you, but I want to ask you one thing," prompted Lindsay.

"Ask," Cassidy allowed.

"Michael is the enemy, not Cecelia. If we lose Cecelia we still have Michael to deal with. Let's use Cecelia to destroy Michael, not the other way around," Lindsay suggested. Cassidy stared at her; it was easy to see a submissive as someone who lacked initiative or even intelligence. Cassidy had been so wrapped up in her own mind she had failed to use her greatest resource, her partner Lindsay.

"What do you have in mind?" Cassidy asked as she leaned forward.

"I'm not sure, but it involves Michael wanting to deal with Cecelia himself and we being there to deal with him. Is that going to be possible?"

"Yes, I think so. Michael will want to deal with this in person, and I know where you are going with this."

"How do we stop him?" Lindsay inquired.

"Well, he's going to be beating the crap out of somebody," Cassidy thought it through, "and I can imagine a few Customs Enforcement Agents who would be interested in getting inside of one of his operations. If they were tipped off of a crime in progress ..."

Lindsay smiled at her lover who reached across and stroked her from temple to ear.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side Lindsay," Cassidy purred.

"That is impossible Cassidy my love; every side of me belongs to you," she said as she rubbed her cheek against Cassidy's hand. Now, amongst all her other problems Cassidy had to think of what to finally do with Cecelia.

(Current)

(Cassidy)

She held up the recording device linked to Cecelia to the four Custom Enforcement Agents.

"That is a person, not in my employ, being threatened by Michael Kantos. Their life is in immediate danger. The three men and one woman looked at each other. Margret Sexton, the lead agent, believed that Cassidy was a smuggler, but Michael was the big fish.

When the woman began screaming in pain the decision was somewhat take away from her. Sexton ordered her agents out into two teams and carefully rushed the warehouse. She was calling in other units while the other agents closed in. When the ICE officers went rushing in, Cassidy slipped in by another door. She had to find Lindsay.

Cassidy could track Lindsay and she was moving in a large circle, clearly being followed, but Cassidy doubted the big bad man could catch her lithe young lover who jogged every day especially as she led him right into Cassidy's waiting fury. The other blip was the one on necklace she'd given to Cecelia who she also need to keep track of.

"Customs Enforcement!" came the command from the front of the warehouse. 

Once she'd retrieved Lindsay, Cassidy had to stop Michael form getting away. She reached into her pockets and grabbed several collapsible caltrops. She found the likely path his limo would choose to leave by and spread out her road traps. Next she had to catch Michael before he got away.

(Cecelia)

Everything had gone crazy. Lindsay had shown up to save her but for what reason she couldn't phantom. What did this mean for Cecelia and Cassidy?

"Get her in the car," Michael shouted. Men strongly pursued that agenda and she did her level best to resist, screaming and yelling for assistance.

Cecelia landed in Michael's lap and the vehicle took off after a few seconds. She could see out of one window but she could make out an armed ICE agent bringing down one of Michael's men. First the vehicle nearly crashed twice then right as the vehicle gained speed it suddenly hit is a violent disruption that blew out the tires. The diver cursed and the car swerved into a large packing crate. The two men inside the car start reaching for their guns. Michael grabbed Cecelia and ran away toward the back door; the driver was no longer in evidence. 

Cecelia was in pain from the rough treatment getting here and the blow to the knee. She still had little hope. Michael had long reach and powerful contacts. She knew she had few options. They popped out one of the doors and stepped out into the night. He looked around for any means of exit.

Suddenly a car came up from out of the darkness, bright lights covering the driver's identity. When the car pulled up the driver was finally revealed to be Lindsay, with Cassidy in the back seat.

"Do you want a ride Michael?" Cassidy called out

"You set me up, you bitch," he snapped angrily.

"Very well; Lindsay, get us out of here," Cassidy told the driver. Lindsay began to roll forward.

The sounds of activity in the back ground were growing.

"Fine," Michael growled, "Cassidy in the back. Cecelia, move over. If anyone screws up I'll kill you myself," The women do as they are directed. Lindsay then took off.

Several blocks away the car pulled into a parking lot and the three women stared at Michael. He waved the gun around pointing it from woman to woman, threatening them. 

"Michael, I suggest you take a look around," Cassidy said. Michael did so and saw two armed men approaching the car. Cassidy held up the telephone that had recorded the entire trip.

"Get the hell out of here!" Michael yelled.

"I can't do that," Lindsay said. "These are police officers and they are here to arrest you."

"Huh?" Michael said as if gut-punched.

"They've been listening in as you've been threatening us," Cassidy explained.

"I'll fucking kill you if you don't leave now!" he howled.

"Lindsay; stay," Cassidy told her lover. Right then one of the police officers shouted out to the people in the car.

"Michael Kantos, please leave the gun in the car, step out of the vehicle, and lie face down."

Michael glared at Cassidy with pure hate. Here was the really dangerous part of the whole plan; that Michael would decide that Cassidy's life was worth an extended sentence. In the end though, Michael was a business man. He had contacts to betray to the ICE for leniency on lesser crimes but not murder caught on tape.

He put down the gun and stepped out of the car before lying face down. The police pinned him down and handcuffed him before reading him his Miranda Rights. One of the officers stuck his head into the car.

"Are you three ladies okay?" The three told him they were. "We need you to come down to the station and we can fill out the complaint and get your statements.

"You got it officers," Cassidy assured him. "Lindsay let's go."

(The Next Morning)

Cecelia walked out of the station last of all. She had the most to be interrogated on through the night he had glossed over her criminal involvement with Michael. She was a little surprised that Cassidy hadn't put salt on the wound by handing her over for prison time along with everything else she'd been through.

When she walked outside she blinked in the bright the morning light.

"Well," said Cassidy's voice from the side. She'd been leaning up against the wall. "How did it go?"

"I'm not going to prison if that is what you mean," Cecelia responded.

"What now?" Cassidy asked.

"Honestly I don't know," Cecelia admitted.

"Okay then, there is one thing I wanted you to know," Cassidy stated.

"What's that?" Cecelia sighed expecting another threat.

"Next time I get to be on top," Cassidy informed her. Cecelia blinked. This was the last thing she'd expected from Cassidy and she saw the influence of Lindsay sneaking in to Cassidy's behavior. Cassidy turned and walked away. Cecelia watched her go, firm ass and all. Suddenly it wasn't a bad day anymore.



Be Careful Who You Call Prey



"You know how this works, don't you Daniel. You suck me off because that is all the lube you are going to get and trust me, I won't feel the friction nearly as much as you are."

"No," he whispered. Lindsey could only imagine the frigid smile on Cassidy's face. The 'no's' became louder as Cassidy yanked his nylon rope restraints. Daniel struggled and failed from stopping Cassidy from maneuvering him around. Lindsay, if she hadn't been gagged, would have warned him that no one defeated Cassidy's restraints.

Daniel really screamed when Cassidy pushed into him, unpolished plastic against dry flesh. He kept crying and screaming for several seconds until Cassidy stopped.

"You are sorry now, aren't you," she purred to him. When all she got were sobs, she rammed it in again which elicited another round of screams. All Lindsay could think of was how pissed Cassidy had to be.  Cassidy was never one to cause pain for pain's sake. 

Daniel sobbed.

"What was that?" Cassidy said sweetly.

"I'm sorry," he wept.

"What are you sorry about?" Cassidy asked.

"I ... I don't know," he winced. Cassidy pulled back slowly then shoved it back in. He screamed out again and was left gasping for air.

"Lindsay ... I'm sorry I took taking Lindsay," he wept. Cassidy patted him on the back. Daniel un-tensed and sobbed softly. 

Cassidy surprised both Lindsay and Daniel by ramming the Black Beauty the rest of the way in. Daniel gave an anguished wail.

"What?" he begged, desperate to know what he'd missed.

"Oh, you had the right answer Daniel; only I don't believe you are sincere," Cassidy said in a soothing voice. "I bet you've done that a time or two yourself, haven't you?"

Cassidy pulled out violently, giving off a painful pop that made Lindsay wince. Before his ass could recover she shoved it back in all to the hilt. Daniel no longer even screamed, only wept.

"If you suck me off, I'll stop fucking your ass," Cassidy promised. Daniel barely responded with a pathetic nod.

"Lindsay, take out your gag, get dressed, and go to the car," Cassidy told her lover. Lindsay nodded and left the room catching sight of Daniel gagging on the monster dildo. By the time she came back Cassidy was cleaning up her favorite toy. Daniel was lying, panting on the floor, drool pooling under his mouth.

Lindsay sat in the car for half an hour before Cassidy came out. She looked very serious and grim.

"Baby, are you okay?" Lindsay said in a compassionate tone. Cassidy patted her hand.

"I'm okay Lindsay. I was so worried about you I think I went a little crazy," Cassidy admitted.

"I can't stand seeing you in any pain," Lindsay told her Dom. Their relationship worked the other way around; Lindsay gratefully took Cassidy's pain as a sign of her love.

"Lindsay, about today ... there is something you have to understand," Cassidy.

"Yes Cassidy?"

"Today never happened," Cassidy explained.

"I understand. I was never grabbed; we were never here," Lindsay nodded.

"Also, I'm incredibly stressed. You are going to have to make it up to me all weekend long. Am I making myself clear?" Cassidy asked. Lindsay leaned across the seat and put her head on Cassidy's shoulder.

"Of course Cassidy. Anything for you. Handcuffs or ropes?" Lindsay questioned contently.

"Handcuffs; I'm going to stay away from ropes for a while," Cassidy murmured happily as they drove away.