Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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"Are they here yet!?"
"Not yet my sweet, you have to be patient Beth."
"I'm sorry Annie," said Beth, jumping up from the settee where she was sitting. "I just can't wait to play with her."
"You have nothing to apologise for my sweet," said Annie, who stood at the side of the large front window, watching the long gravel driveway. Her dark eyes took in every inch of the garden, not even missing the birds, or the cat that hid in the bushes, watching them hungrily.
Beth moved over to the window, standing behind Annie. She slipped her arms around Annie's waist and pressed her body against Annie's. Beth kissed Annie's neck under her short dark brown hair.
"Mmmm!" Was Annie's response, leaning her tall athletic body against Beth's, loving the way her firm breasts, her erect nipples, pressed into her back.
She kissed her neck again, her tongue lightly brushing against Annie's smooth skin. Beth's hand moved slowly, softly over Annie's flat, hard stomach, reaching for her groin. Her fingers found Annie's clitoris through the material of her trousers and began pressing down on it, gently rubbing it.
"No my sweet," said Annie, her hands gripped Beth's, squeezing them gently, affectionately, stopping Beth from going any further. "Not now, I need to concentrate. So do you."
"I want to play," said Beth, nuzzling Annie's neck. "I want to play with you!"
"I know my sweet, And I want to play with you, but they'll be here soon. You want to help her, don't you?"" said Annie, forcing herself to concentrate, forcing herself to fight her desires.
"Yes Annie, I like to help other women." said Beth, continuing to kiss and nibble at Annie's neck. "But whe we get home I'm going to play with you. Make my Annie scream!"
Annie blushed, her face turning a bright shade of scarlet, amazed that Beth could make her blush like a giddy schoolgirl.
"They're here my sweet," said Annie, as a large silver Mercedes pulled into the drive. "Get yourself ready. Do you remember what you're supposed to do?"
"Put the rag over her mouth and keep it there until she falls asleep," replied Beth pleased with herself and starting to dance around the living room in excitement.
Annie watched the exuberant Beth as she failed to contain her excitement. Her eyes softened, as they always do when she looks at Beth. It still amazed Annie, that after all she'd seen, experienced, all she'd done, that she had found someone as wonderful as Beth. Every time she looked at her, it felt like she was falling in love all over again. She shook herself out of her reverie.
"Come on now my sweet, get yourself ready," said Annie, as she moved towards the door leading to the hall.
Beth went to a black sports bag in front of the fireplace. She took a bottle and a rag from it. Soaking the rag with the clear liquid, being careful not to put it anywhere near her face, she put the bottle back in the bag, then went to stand near the door next to Annie.
"Quiet now," whispered Annie.
"Sshh!" Beth put her finger over her lips, then bit her bottom lip to stop herself from giggling.
Angela Morris looked at her husband Thomas, who drove the car into their driveway, concern plastered over her face. After 27 years of marriage to Thomas, she was used to his ways, his good points (which are very few) and his bad points ( which seem many), but his latest stunt! That was his worst!
Stealing the savings, the investments and pensions of all those people! In all the years she'd known him, all those get rich quick schemes, this couldn't be beaten.
She'd put up with his affairs, which better be a thing of the past, if he new what was good for him. Staying loyal, standing by him, through thick and thin. Looking back, it seemed more thick than thin. Divorce had never been an option, she'd been brought up to believe a woman's duty was to be faithful to her husband. Love, honour and obey, but a small part of her was beginning to wonder?
"Not long now Angela," said Thomas cheerfully. "Soon we'll be living the good life in the sun."
"It doesn't seem right Thomas," said Angela, doubt filling her heart. "All those people who've lost their savings, their pensions gone."
"Only the strong survive," replied Thomas, no sympathy in his voice. "The weak don't deserve our sympathy."
"Why can't we go together?" Asked Angela, brushing her auburn hair out of her eyes. Concern showed on her face.
"It's best if we go separately so as to avoid suspicion," said Thomas. "Don't worry about it Angela, just think of the fun we're going to have."
As soon as they entered the house and locked the front door, as they walked down the hall towards the kitchen, they struck.
All Angela saw was someone dressed in black suddenly appear and attack Thomas. Thomas screamed in pain as fists and feet struck him. Before Angela could say or do anything, an arm circled her neck and a cloth quickly covered her mouth. A sweet smell filled her nostrils and the world seemed to spin as darkness slowly descended on her brain. Someone was giggling, excitedly in her ear. "Time to sleep!" A feminine voice whispered. As she fell unconscious, she saw Thomas crumpling to the floor, cries of pain spilling from his mouth. Then darkness fell on her.
Angela came to, a bit at a time, darkness still seemed to fill her mind. She moaned as consciousness slowly came back to her.
"She's waking up!" An excited female voice sang out.
"That's good my sweet," said another more harsher female voice. "You'll soon be able to play."
Angela's vision was blurred, all she could see was vague shapes. Slowly though, her vision cleared and she got a good look at the two people who stood over her. She tried to move her arms, but they were tied to the brass headboard with some of her nylons. Trying to move her legs ended in failure. Each ankle was held in place by one of her nylons to. Then realisation came to her.
She was naked, spread eagled on her bed, tied down, helpless.
