COLLEGE COEDS OF THE CORN
Part VI: The Hunt
Mallory stood on the roof of the Chroner barn with her arms crossed under her breasts, looking out across the field toward Stradlin with her bright red hair shifting against her shoulders in the light breeze coming across the corn. Under her feet, she could hear the ongoing vocalizations of the women's good work tending the bound and blissful flock. Much closer, Jess knelt on the edge of the roof, her tongue buried between Mallory's legs, her short black hair occasionally tickling Mallory's thighs as the tall, redheaded woman stoically accepted her attentions.
When Mallory's orgasm came, other than her eyes twitching with suppressed satisfaction, to an outsider it would have looked only like Mallory had had a small chill from the breeze, a shiver running across her pale skin before it steadied once more.
Intense though Mallory was, even she would normally have appreciated the quality of orgasm that Jess had just given her. But with the Outlander still out there she could only physically appreciate it; her mind was still aimed unerringly at Stradlin, trying to think of what else she might do to bring the resistant woman under their power.
Under Rebecca's power,
she reminded herself, reaching down with one hand and pushing Jess's mouth more firmly between her legs.
No matter whose power, this woman threatened everything that had been built in Stradlin and Mallory had no intention of letting that go so easily. Women were posted at every street that might let the Outlander out of town -- a number which was blessedly low. The town was otherwise surrounded by endless miles of cornfields, and if she tried to escape that way....
Then She Who Loves Behind the Rows will solve the problem for us,
Mallory thought with a grin, thrusting her pelvis forward into Jess's face and appreciating the sound of the kneeling woman grunting as Mallory humped her nose. Mallory pulled even harder, Jess now holding on tightly to Mallory's tensed ass as Mallory used her mouth as a toy to rub against her own clit. She stared down past that short black hair, past Jess's toned ass and little feet and down the steep drop from the roof of the barn to the yard below.
"I have power, too," Mallory grunted, dropping her pelvis lower and angling Jess's mouth upwards so that Mallory could thrust against it even while Mallory continued to rub herself with Jess's face. "I have power, too, bitch. Make me feel powerful, you little whore. Show me how powerful I am!"
Mallory bit her lip and threw her head back, eyes closed as she took her pleasure from Jess. Her thoughts wandered, back through the weeks and months that had led up to the Revelation and Mallory's discovery of a place where she could finally be her true self.
* * *
Mallory had taken to walking through the cornfields surrounding Stradlin by herself, taking her little car away from the Bachman University campus and parking by the roadside. She would take a book, a snack, lots of water, and would just wander through those fields. Sometimes she would listen to music, but mostly she just listened to the near-silence, the hushed rustle and the occasional greedy birds passing by overhead. All to get away from school, her crowded dorm room, the complexities of society, and just be alone for a while.
She would take a book, a snack, lots of water, and before long she started taking her vibrator with her. There were too few opportunities to use it in her dorm room, too few women who would be as willing to share it with her as she had hoped there would be, too many people limited by their expectations for what a sexual society should look like even on an appreciably liberal campus like Bachman's.
Sometimes she would sit on her bag, sometimes she would bring a blanket and lounge, other times she would just slide the vibrator down her pants or up her skirt and keep it running as she walked through the rows.
The more she had gotten off beneath the open sunlight, the more frequently she would take her walks. Soon the orgasms had become the entire point, books and music left behind in favor of whatever porn she had thought worth saving onto her phone before she had headed out to a land where the digital age was a distant dream. Now knowing that they were worth having despite her dorm living, Mallory had invested in bigger, louder, more powerful toys. Her orgasms had grown stronger, and eventually she had been screaming her approval at the top of her lungs with no one around to complain.
Unfortunately, there had been no one around to join in, either. She would imagine a big burly farmer, or an innocent farmer's daughter, or a few farm workers finding her. Would she take them or would they take her? Either way had worked for her imagination as she had vibrated her clit, filled one hole, filled another, clamped her nipples, found every possible way to do the exploring and satisfying she had imagined would be done with a variety of anonymous partners once she reached college. Within a few months Mallory had become a pale nymph wandering nude through the cornfields, bristling with toys to drive her to the sorts of fantastical orgasmic heights she had dreamed of attaining while her libido developed back where'd she become a woman in Hummingford Home.
This was how she had met Rebecca, the first other person she had ever encountered while on one of her walks.
"So you feel Her presence too," the strange woman had said, standing there in her old-fashioned and completely defeminizing black dress, shockingly calm at the sight of Mallory's bare skin, both nipples clamped and chained together, a big pink dildo strapped into her pussy, a vibrator strapped to her clit, a vibrating butt plug poking from between her cheeks, and a ball gag in her mouth. "You too are drawn out here to feel the affection of She Who Loves Behind the Rows."
Mallory had wanted to question the woman on what she was talking about, but she hadn't been prepared to remove the ball gag from her mouth. She hadn't been prepared to do anything but stand there and meet this Amish-looking woman's gaze full-force.
Because Rebecca had been right: It hadn't just been Mallory's own libido guiding her through the rows, had it? There had been something more.
But it had also been because standing there under the stern gaze of a woman so clearly orthodox in her ways had been something new, an experience with an anonymous stranger that had taken her to an entirely new brink she had not before been able to cross, even though it was not taking the form of unified sexual exploration she had always imagined.