Author's note:
This is another chapter where the appendix was less than the required 750 words for a separate Literotica story, so the appendix has been placed at the end of this chapter. If you want to know what's about to happen to Sarah before it happens, scroll down when you get to the appendix reference, then scroll back up.
Chapter Seventeen
After quickly donning clothing, we head downstairs. The three of us take seats at Gabi's dining room table. Rita places a wok in the center of the table, and sits to join us. A second later, Bex enters with, to my astonishment, five glasses of water held between her body and her arms and a glass of red wine in each hand. She sets them all down before the proper place settings without spilling a drop, and finally sits down with the other four of us.
"This smells wonderful!" Beatrix says.
"Please! Serve yourselves," Bex says, gesturing at the food. Gabi digs in first, preparing a bed of rice for her stir fry. I, the pickiest of all eaters and not a fan of most starches including rice, go straight for the stir fry, dodging as many mushrooms as I can with the plastic serving spoon. One of the two starches I do enjoy is bread and I grab two dinner rolls from the basket, slice them in half, and give them each generous dabs of butter and strawberry jam.
We each dig in as soon as our individual plates are ready. No civilized waiting until everyone has their plates filled for us! The food tastes as wonderful as it smells. It has been ages since I've had stir fry, and even longer since I've had stir fry I liked.
"I hope this isn't a weird thing to say, Sarah, but your boobs are looking much bigger. HRT must be really helping."
"That's not weird at all!" I say. "Trans girls love to hear things like that." We beam at each other.
"So, Sarah," Rita says, "what do you like to do for fun?"
I bite back the idea that springs to mind first--'cunnalingus'--and shoot a furtive glance at Bea who swallows a laugh, then respond with, "The three of us play a lot of Nintendo. Gabi's best at Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, Bea wrecks us at Super Mario Party, and I'm best at Super Smash Bros. Ultimate by a small margin."
Bex gives Rita a look, one I don't understand until Rita says, "Oh, I guess I have a new Smash challenger. Maybe we can play after dinner."
Well, that was not what I was expecting.
"I'm game! Who do you main?" I ask. I stifle a wince as Sarah Prime gives me a dirty eye for my accidental half-rhyme. Rhyming in prose and conversation, especially by accident, is a pet peeve of mine.
Of ours?
Where Prime is involved, I tend to think in the first person plural.
"Mostly Dark Samus, some Wolf." I nod. "Little Mac, when the mood strikes," she says with a playful sparkle in her eye, naming a lowest-tier character with the worst recovery in the game.
"How about you, Beatrix?" Bex asks with a Southern accent stronger than Gabi's. "Tell us something none of us know about you."
Bea scrunches her face as she tries to think of something on the spot. "In primary school, I won the school-wide hula-hoop contest three years in a row. I was finally bested in year six by a year three student of all things."
"That is ... definitely something we didn't know about you," Rita says with a laugh as the rest of us bear expressions of various mixtures of amusement, befuddlement, and surprise.
"Your turn, Gabi," Beatrix says.
She jumps slightly in surprise, and unbidden, I briefly sense the impression of a startled rabbit. "Uhh. One time, when I was little and sent to bed to take a nap I didn't want, I stayed awake and counted to twelve hundred." Before any of us can respond, she points at me and says, "Sarah's turn!"
I'd been expecting this and had already begun lining up a story. "My family, growing up, was religious, and none of the three of us children were good at keeping our rooms clean. One time, my mom got so fed up with us, that she came upstairs with garbage bags and said that in fifteen minutes, she'd bag anything that was still on the floor and give it to GoodWill. Of course, as distractible as we were, fifteen minutes was not nearly enough time. Out of spite, when my mom wasn't looking, I took my Bible from the bookshelf and put it on the floor to see what she'd do.
"She warned me when she saw it, saying she'd hate to have to take it from me. I didn't have the tits to call her bluff."
This anecdote earns me three impressed looks and a dismayed one from Rita. "What about you, Bex?"
"Oh, gosh. I hadn't expected this to be turned around on me." She thinks for a moment. "During navy training, I had a girlfriend, and of course this was way before 2011, so
Don't Ask Don't Tell
was still the official policy. One time, my CO and I were in the same bar. My girlfriend, who was of Chinese descent, placed her hand on mine. My CO, whom I hadn't noticed until now, walked over to say hello, and obviously saw our hands. I panicked and told him she was my sister. He gave us a look, and I quickly said, 'She's adopted.' He nodded, clearly unconvinced.
"Either I was wrong, and he
was
convinced, or he was more progressive than I had thought; either way, nothing came of it," she finishes.
"Wow," I say. "I ... don't know what I would have done. That must have been terrifying."
Bex nods. "It was, if I'm honest. I know we still have a way to go as a society with regard to tolerance, acceptance, and inclusion, but I'm glad you girls don't live in a world--or at least a country--where you could be arrested for being yourselves."
Gabi looks sad. "I didn't know that about you," she mumbles.
"Aww, everything turned out alright, Sweetie."
"No, I mean-- I didn't-- didn't know--
You're gay??
"
The other four of us burst out laughing and Gabi pastes on a satisfied smirk.
The conversation continues from there. I don't notice until afterward that Rita was never put in the hot seat, which is a pity. I'd have liked to hear one of her stories.
Chapter 17 Appendix Entry 17.1 ⭐
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"Goodnight, girls!" Rita says as we head upstairs to Gabi's room. "It was fun playing you, Sarah!" 'Playing' is generous word choice; Rita had thwomped me harder than any flogging Beatrix could give me.
We pile into Gabi's room and Gabi shuts the door behind us. "
Silence this room. Be girly, Sarah,
" I hear from behind me. I turn toward her as my body transforms. "This just wasn't your night at Smash Bros. was it?" she says.
I shake my head despondently.
"It was almost like 75% of your finishing moves attacked away from Rita," she says.
My mind
shifts
, and I know that is
exactly
what had happened. "Yeah, it's almost like that," I say evenly. Bea gives me a wicked grin.
Gabi looks back and forth between us. "I know that look. What did you do to her?"
"
Don't worry about it,
" Bea Speaks. Gabi turns away, apparently unaware she had even asked the question.
"New function?" I whisper to Beatrix.
"Oh, hmm. I will need to edit that, apparently," she whispers back. "Yes, I made it last night. It makes the person forget what they had just asked as well as forget that I had spoken the command."
"What needs editing about it?"
"When you asked, 'New function?' the first time, I used the command on you, and you forgot and then immediately asked it again. I need to make you forget you even wanted to ask, not just that you did ask."
"The first time"?
I think. I feel my panties wet against my lower lips at the thought that, at her command, I had forgotten I'd asked a question so entirely that I asked it again.
How long has Beatrix had this trigger? How many things has she made me forget?
Some part of me knows that that should be troubling, but I'm not worried. I trust Bea to keep me safe and I know that if I need to remember something or if it's something I absolutely do not want to forget, the command won't affect me or will lose its effect.
"I love you," I tell her with a warm smile.
"Turned you on with that, did I?" I nod eagerly. "
Slave,
" she Speaks under her breath and snaps her fingers.
Nothing, no thoughts. "How may I serve you, Mistress?" The words are at the same whispered volume she used.
"Throw Gabi to the bed, climb atop her, and do what you must to make her kiss your lips," she whispers.
"Yes, Mistress Beatrix."
My body feels warm as I begin to act, elated in fact, but
I
do not. I feel almost horrified that I'm about to do this. Yes, Gabi will
probably
be okay with this, but I won't ask her. I know I will not ask her because I am not in control of my body. I--it--will just act.
Gabi is facing away from me at the moment, fiddling with something I can't see. I grab her, pinning her arms to her sides and she shrieks, one part fun, one part fear, two parts startlement. I lift her from the ground, walk the couple feet to her bed, and toss her unceremoniously to the mattress. She lands on her side, so I roll her onto her back, then climb atop to straddle her.
Gabi wears a look of genuine anxiety at the treatment. When she sees my empty, thoughtless expression, she glances at Mistress. I'm focused on Gabi, so I don't see what some part of me knows must be Mistress's lusty expression, her eyes hungry. Gabi looks back at me, now understanding at least part of what is going on, but no more comfortable with it.
She's wiggly, so I grab her shoulders and press them firmly to the bed. Then I go in for a kiss. She squirms, shaking her head back and forth to avoid the kiss and to my vast relief, I recognize the gesture as playful. She's playing the part of the unwilling kissee--I am not, in fact, assaulting her. Part of me knows that Bea's ability would not let me assault her, but this confirmation sets me at peace.
Unable to get a lock on her lips, I kiss up her neck to her jaw and then to her ear. With my forehead, I pin her head to the mattress, her eyes turned toward Mistress. I lick her ear and she shudders. "Give into it, Bunny Girl," I whisper more seductively than I knew I was capable of. "Kiss me and I'll stop."
"I'm not a bunny girl!" she yells with a giggle, and tries to resist with a futile, half-hearted attempt to push me off her.
"You can admit that you're a bunny girl and kiss me, or I can ... convince you to."
What am I saying?
