Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans!
Cursed: Spirit of the Idol The Idol of Lesbos III -- Sacrifices
Chapter 3
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Friday
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Tilly's practice on Friday ran late, with it being the last session before their last game of the school year. She loved field hockey. It often came with the unfair stigma that every girl involved was a lesbian, but that clearly didn't upset her any longer. In fact, she hoped to satisfy the idol spirit sufficiently so that she could do just that. Tilly dreamt of the locker rooms of both teams being filled with twisted lesbian orgies after their final game next week. Of course, the prom was coming up too. There were so many opportunities to ravage so many girls, to steal them away from their boy dates, and to teach them the pleasures of female lust.
She caught a ride home with one of the boys from school and laughed inside at his pathetic attempts to come onto her. The joke ended when he dropped her off in front of her house and watched him drive away. Tilly was about to go across the street when Ashley ran out of her house across the street and called out to her.
"Tilly!" the redhead yelled, "Can I talk to you real quick?"
"Sure!" she called back, walking across the way to meet her. The last time Tilly had seen her was when she used her magical powers to force Ashley's mom to ravage her. "What's on your mind?"
Ashley looked worried, "It's my mom. She's not acting right."
"How is that?"
"She's depressed. She's drinking a lot when I'm at school. I can tell. Today when I got home she wouldn't even look at me. Her and my dad are fighting a lot. The whole thing sucks."
Tilly played innocent, "What does this have to do with me?"
The redhead huffed, "Come on, Tilly. I know you had something to do with my mom attacking me the other day. I saw you while she was on top of me. I saw you standing in the doorway. She did this before, when the idol was around, before your brother cut it in two. Then she happened to do it again when you were in our house... Watching us. My mom is losing it and I think it is because of you. She hates herself for what she did to me and you made her do it all over again."
"So what do you want, Ashley? I can't make her forget what she did. She needs to deal with it."
Ashley shook her head with an embarrassed grin appearing on her face. "No, you don't understand. I need your help, Tilly. Whatever you did to my mom that day that made her attack me? Can you make her do it again? All the time?"
Tilly smiled back, realizing that Ashley was completely corrupted. The repeated lesbian raping she took at her mother's hands had broken her and made her into a lesbian addict, and a demented one at that. "Fine, I can do that. I can tweak your mom, but it will cost you."
"Anything! What do you want?"
"You need to give me the cheerleading squad. Every Senior. Arrange a party with your mom for after my last field hockey game."
"Why after?"
"Because I've got plans for them too. Oh, and make sure everybody brings their uniforms."
"Deal. So how do you do it? You know, make women do everything the idol did?"
"I don't know. Whatever spirit was in there jumped into me, along with all its powers. I just think it and they do it. Watch, and I'll show you." The two walked into Ashley's house as Tilly called out to Ashley's mother, "Mrs. Townsend, I've got something for you!"
Fifteen minutes later, Tilly was looking at a familiar sight. Ashley's ass was up in the air, red on both cheeks from Karen Townsend spanking her. The black strap-on Karen wore pumped mercilessly into Ashley's pussy as the crazed mother penetrated her daughter for the third time. Her eyes were alight with a passionate fire stoked by Tilly's magical manipulations. This time Tilly reached deep into Karen's mind and bent her permanently. After this she was pretty sure it would cause a divorce, but Tilly couldn't really care. She was so excited watching the display in front of her.
"You dirty fucking lezzie whore, Ashley! Take it! Take it hard!" Karen grunted as she thrust her hips forward.
"I'm a queer girl, mommy! Fuck me more! MORE, MOMMY! RAPE ME, MOMMY!!" Ashley begged aloud, enjoying the thorough submission she was showing her mother. Could anything ever make her feel more aroused than this? She doubted it. Clearly there would be other women in her life, but Ashley knew it was her own mother who was the one to bring her the ultimate in wicked pleasure.
Tilly stepped out of the room and left the taboo duo to their own devices. Watching them made her want her own mother again and she hurried back to her own house. When she got home, Tilly found that her brother had gone out with friends and her dad was golfing and wouldn't be home till much later. The timing could not have been better.
"So I have you all to myself then, mommy," Tilly grinned, plopping herself down on the sofa and spreading her legs. Her school uniform hiked up her thighs and exposed her complete lack of panties.
Megan was making dinner, but compliantly shut off the stovetop and assumed the position she had learned so well, kneeling between her daughter's knees. She began flicking the end of her tongue across her daughter's already hardened clit as Tilly settled comfortably into the couch.
"Wow, mommy, I didn't even have to use my powers on you. I guess you are finally realizing what your purpose in life is," Tilly observed. "What is your purpose, mom?"
"To lick pussy," she replied ashamedly. Her mom was finally broken as well, eagerly devouring her daughter. Who knew how long it had been since her mom and dad had sex, and Tilly wondered how long dad would wait before he finally gave up on her and divorced her. Oh, the perverted delights they would have without having to worry about her father being around.
Tilly dispatched her mother to get the toys and the two of them slid over the length of a long double dildo. They paused every once in a while to kiss and rub their breasts against each other, then went back to bumping against each other. They were simultaneously moving toward their orgasms as Tilly drove home the nature of their perversion.
"What do you call this, mommy? What do you call it when you dildo-fuck your own daughter?" Tilly goaded.