Elizabeth heard Sarah crying out her name and awoke in a cold sweat. After a moment looking around their small dorm room, she realized that what she really heard was the alarm clock buzzer. She frowned and turned the alarm clock off, pulled Sarah's pillow, which she had slept with all night, up to her nose and breathed in, savoring her fragrance.
"Sarah..." Beth mumbled. It was eight in the morning and time for her to get ready for that damned job of hers. Beth threw Sarah's pillow back on her bed, pulled off her pajama top, her panties, and waddled her way towards the shower.
She looked into the mirror. Her long copper colored hair was disheveled in such a way that only a man could think of as being sexy. Beth didn't. Her green eyes were bloodshot from crying all night - which didn't help her appearance either. "You even look like a bull dyke," she insulted herself.
She reluctantly stepped into the shower. She turned the hot-water knob, then the cold-water knob, and then stood there, motionless, for a good five minutes as the water poured over her slender body. She then took her bar of soap and began to lather her breasts. Both nipples quickly stood to attention. 'I'm always so damn horny when I'm depressed,' she thought to herself, as she continued to run the bar of soap over her breasts. She then snapped out of her daydream, quickly lathering her stomach, her back, and buttocks. She sighed, lifting her right leg and lathering up from her foot. Elizabeth closed her eyes and pictured Sarah beneath her leg, seeing her slowly massaging the soap into her skin.
"Oh, did I touch that?" Sarah exclaimed in Beth's fantasy, as her hand gently brushed the lips of Beth's sex.
"You most certainly did..." Beth teased, running her hand through Sarah's curly black hair, as Sarah smiled seductively.
Sarah would then rinse that leg off, running her hands up and down its length. Beth imaged she was looking down at Sarah's kneeling form, as her large dark puppy dog eyes and pouting lips begged for the next leg. "Bethy... please?" she whimpered. Beth decided that in this fantasy she would then raise her left leg. She imagined Sarah lightly kissing the sole of Beth's foot and, abandoning all intentions of cleaning her beloved, sucking softly on her each of her toes.
Beth moaned as she pictured Sarah slowly licking the top of her foot and then kissing up her calf. Then Sarah would bite down on Beth's thigh and pull away. Sarah would do this several times as her hand would creep down to rub her own labia and clit. Her imagination then startled her as Sarah suddenly turned and bit Beth's clit softly. She pictured in her mind Sarah's nose buried in her red pubic hair, as she explored every fold and crevice of Beth's aching womanhood.
"Oh, Sarah... eat me..." Beth whined as her whole body shuddered in ecstasy. Beth's hand was digging into her own flesh hard as the other hand held her up. Her body pulsated in orgasm with soft vibrations rolling throughout her entire being.
The feeling slowly subsided. Elizabeth raised her hand to her lips and sucked cum off her fingers. 'This is what Sarah's kiss would taste like,' Beth thought to herself, sighing. She then frowned with the realization that her fantasy may never come true, and then began sobbing as she realized she probably has lost her friendship as well.
It was nine thirty before Beth stepped out of the shower. She rushed to get dried and dressed, pulling a sweat suit over her nude form and quickly blow drying her hair. She pulled into Dennis's driveway, seven after ten. Running up to the door, she rang the doorbell, hoping that she was not too late. No one answered, and she waited two minutes before ringing the doorbell again. She shivered in the cold autumn air and looked around.
She rang the doorbell a third time, just as a blue BMW pulled into the driveway. Dennis stepped out of the car, wearing a suit and tie. Without a word he unlocked the door. Beth walked in with him, looking down.
"I trust you have had a full nights sleep and are ready to work?" He inquired.
"Where were you? I was standing at the door for a good ten minutes."
"Church," Den replied.
"Church? *You* go to church?" Beth said, finding his attendance ironic.
"Yes, I'm Catholic," Den responded, ignoring Beth's acid tongue.
"Oh, you're Catholic. *That* explains a lot," Beth mumbled sarcastically. "You are probably wondering where Sarah is..."
"I don't have to wonder, I know where she is." Dennis snapped.
"You do? Where?" Beth uttered in anticipation.
"In the bondage room," Dennis smiled.
"She what!" Beth squealed, as her heart leapt into her throat.
"Got your attention, didn't I?" Dennis smirked. "She arrived by cab. Sarah was upset, confused, and was in want of a place to stay. I told her that she could stay with me for the night. Over the course of normal conversation, and quite a few drinks, she revealed that she desired me. She asked if she could be my slave for a time, and I told her I would have to think about it. In the mean time, I let her sleep in the bondage room, so she might get a taste of what it might be like."
"What did you do to her?" Beth demanded. Dennis just turned and chuckled.
"Nothing yet, sweet. Not yet." Den turned, and looked through Beth with his icy blue eyes. "Tell me, Elizabeth; just how do you feel about Sarah?"
Beth swallowed and replied, "She's my best friend."
"Oh, I think she is more than that, Elizabeth. I think you love her," Dennis accused.
"That is none of your business!" Beth breathed.
"Well, I'm making it my business."
"What do you want from me?" Beth turned away from him and sulked.
Dennis crept up behind Beth and whispered in her ear, "I want both you and Sarah as my slaves." Beth turned to look at him; she looked to be on the verge of crying.
"And what if I say no?"
"Then," Dennis explained, "your fantasy love affair with your best friend will never happen."
"And how are you so sure it will?" Beth whined.
"If you are both my slaves, you will have no choice but to have physical contact. If Sarah ever cared for you, even as a friend, her emotions will eventually develop into love." Den stated.
After a long moment of silence, Beth slowly asked, "And if I change my mind?"
Den knew he had her. He smiled and said, as he began to walk away, "After four days, I'll give you a choice whether or not to stay. As of right now, I'll give you one hour to decide."
Elizabeth's loins twitched with the heat of passion, and her heart ached for Sarah's acceptance. She already knew what her answer would be. "I don't need an hour," she said, swallowing, "Yes... I'll be your slave."
Dennis wordlessly approached Beth and pulled down her sweatpants, thrusting his hand between her legs. Rubbing her sex, he mumbled into her ear, "You are already wet. Good, I like that. I also see that you have learned that I don't like undergarments."
Beth blushed and avoided his stare. "I ... I ... was in a rush to get here. I took too long in the shower... I ... didn't mean to forget my panties," she babbled, looking down.
He pulled the sweatpants down further and ordered her to step out of them. He then ripped the large and loose-fitting sweatshirt off her back. He stood back, and admired her form. Her breasts weren't too small; she had two puffy nipples that Dennis knew he would enjoy sucking on. She was also slender and lithe.
"Turn." He demanded. She did so, slowly; her face was turning a new shade of red with every passing moment. 'She has a cute little rear,' he thought as she turned back around. He then said, "Look at me."
She looked up into his piercing eyes, and froze like a frightened child. He lunged at her like a hungry animal, and she raised both her arms in defense. Dennis place one hand firmly on the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back, pulling her body towards his own, taking her lips up into his own, staring directly into her soul as his mouth violated her own.
She dared not push him away. Her thin legs felt weak from the lust and fear; she felt hot and cold all at once. Then he broke the kiss.
"Go down to the bondage room. You are to remain silent until I join you there."
Beth lowered her eyes and walked silently towards the cellar. Her body felt strangely self-conscious of its nudity as she walked past the dusty bottles of wine and rum to the heavy iron door. As she slowly pulled it, she felt the gateway to her freedom slowly closing behind her.
Her naked feet lightly padded down the large stone staircase; the room seemed colder then what she remembered. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and turned to meet Sarah's gaze as she walked out from the darkness of the staircase.
Both ladies blushed at each other's nudity. Sarah was in the pit, on the furthest side of the room. Neither of them wanted to look each other in the eye and neither spoke. Beth frowned, as tears once again began to creep down her face.
