Author's note: Many years ago I created a universe here at Literotica, the Daughters of the American Evolution, which told stories of a mysterious takeover of humanity by a radical lesbian group intent on converting every female on Earth to lesbianism, while destroying the males of the world.
The story has continued. In every universe there are opposing forces, sometimes working for a version of good, and sometimes for pure evil.
These are their stories.
The Depraved Dykes of FIT - Book 1
Lisa Summers
Copyright 2014, 2020 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are
18 years of age or older.
Sometimes Evil doesn't get punished.
Sometimes Evil takes over the world.
And FIT is oh,
so
Good at being Evil!
Chapter 1
"Erin, we've got Laurie Blandings in the persuasion room. Do you want to be there for the beginning?" The heavyset blonde paused in the doorway for the woman's response.
The slim brunette moved her face away from the lounging girl's bare crotch, wetness gleaming on her smooth cheeks, contemplated the blonde in the doorway, and then answered her.
"Absolutely. I'll be down in just a minute." The blonde left, and closed the door behind her.
"Sorry, Linda, duty calls. I probably won't be back today, so just finish your assignments for today and you can go home, okay?"
"Thanks, Ms. Rider," the dark-haired girl said, already absently massaging her slickly wet labia. "I'm just going to give myself one or two more cums first."
"That's a good girl," said Erin Rider, wiping off the girl's fluids from her face and pulling up her panties on the way to making herself presentable for FIT's latest "guest." She took the elevator down to the building's sub-basement, in an office building in Levittown, New York that had formerly been used for unknown purposes by a federal government agency that seemed to elude naming by the inquisitive. She had something much different in mind for this particular initiate, and if she was successful, could improve on FIT's already near perfect conversion statistics.
She entered into a brightly lit room. In the center of the twenty by twenty foot room was a chair resembling a dentist's chair, if it were used by a gynecologist. Strapped into the chair was a cute, plump blonde of about thirty three, with a gag in her mouth.
"Hello, Mrs. Blandings," Erin said courteously to the struggling woman. "You're probably wondering why you're here." She paused as though waiting for the girl's response, which was not likely to come given the gag. Instead, the girl struggled futilely against her bonds, and rolled her eyes in fear.
"No questions?" Erin said, grinning. "I guess that you're satisfied with our arrangements then. Oh, and I thought that you might like an audience - other than some of us here at FIT, or Family Interactions Therapists as we're known - so I arranged to have your husband here also." She swiveled the chair around 1/3 of the way to show the woman a middle-aged man, trussed even more thoroughly than she was, and in a much less comfortable chair. He grunted uselessly through his own gag, sweat beaded on his brow, his face bright red from exertion.
"I imagine he's saying,
'Hi, Laurie, have fun, I'm here for you all the way!
'" Erin grinned.
"He's going to watch and make sure that you're converted to a lesbian, Laurie - not some pussy,
'can't make up her
mind'
bi chick - but to a man hating lesbian, or really, just a
'couldn't care less about men including my dumb fuck husband'
lesbian, but I suppose that's a fine distinction. Anyway, I'm sure he'll probably even get an erection during parts of it - I know
I
would, if I were a man. But of course I'm not, so I'll be getting wet instead..." she bent down and whispered in the terrified woman's ear.
"I'll be expecting your help in, um, relieving my tension when that happens, okay, Laurie?" she whispered, then winked at the girl. Laurie shuddered in fear.
In a louder voice, as Erin raised up, she said, "Now, this is the part of the
'Erin Rider FIT Experience,'
where the villain would announce his - or her - plans for you. Not that I think of myself as the villain here, but in any case I'll keep that sort of information to myself. It's enough for you both - Laurie, and Sam - to know that we love you both very, very much, you especially Laurie, but not so much you Sam, and that at least one of you will be very happy by the end of the day."
"So...first things first. Chyna, are you ready?" A slim dirty blonde strolled out holding what Sam at first took to be a microphone.
What the fuck
, he thought.
As though reading his mind, Erin grinned and said, "No, Sam, that is not a microphone - it's a vibrator, kind of like the one that Laurie had in her bedside stand, under the box of her old jewelry - but much, much more powerful." She turned to Laurie.
"Oh yes, we studied you very carefully, Laurie. We know what turns you on...and sadly, it wasn't your hubby there. Pretty nearly every day around 9 AM, that vibrator was going, between your legs, because this poor excuse for a lover couldn't get you off the night before. You'll be thrilled to know that, when you leave here, you'll be free to use a vibrator anytime that you like, and not just when you can get some private time away from this pervert."
"And by the way Laurie, I
loved
the taste and smell of that vibrator of yours. I'm
so
happy that you never clean it off after cumming on it."
"I'm not certain how much you're really going to be using one, however, given how many women you'll meet who will be more than happy to use their tongue, fingers, a strap-on or a vibe on you and make you cum dozens of times a day...did I say dozens? Maybe a hundred times a day!" She smiled at Laurie, and caressed the woman's cheek with the tips of her fingers.
"Mmm, such smooth skin. It should feel amazing against another girl's inner thighs. Lucky girl!" She paused dramatically. "Okay, are we ready?" she asked the group rhetorically - a group which consisted of Laurie Blandings, a teacher at Miller High, her husband Sam - who I believe worked at some packaging plant or something, Erin Rider, the Agent In Charge of the FIT office, and several women whose names don't really matter.
"Chyna," Erin said, with a small flourish of her hand towards Laurie. The blonde approached Laurie with the vibrator and turned it on, its humming barely audible. Laurie was fully dressed in inexpensive grey business slacks and red satin long-sleeved button up blouse. Chyna knelt in front of her, and gently ran the vibrator along Laurie's inner thighs, from knees to crotch, over and over.
"Since we're doing this
au naturel
- no special solution for you...yet - I'd like to just put you at ease a little. Please, enjoy the soothing sensation of this splendid Hitachi vibrator, as it sends warm pulses of comfort through you, easing your tired, aching muscles - and those children can be such a burden, am I right?"
Laurie winced as the vibrator randomly ran over her crotch, intense friction racing over and through her well-hidden clitoris. As her lower half was being thus massaged, another girl, a cute Asian, approached with a pair of scissors and began carefully cutting through Laurie's blouse sleeves from wrist to neck, then unbuttoning the blouse, as Erin observed.
"I apologize for ruining your blouse, it is - was - very pretty, but there's just no other way to get you out of it while keeping you tied up. I promise, we'll compensate you for the loss of almost anything and everything that you lose here today, okay? Sadly, your blouse and pants and-" here she waved to indicate whatever underwear they should happen across, "-will be made good." She looked over at Sam.
"We're not savages." She fell silent as the Asian girl continued, smiling slightly as the large piece of cut fabric was smoothly slipped out from under Laurie's 150 pound frame.
"Oh, that is a pretty bra, Laurie," Erin said. "You know, I often worry that I'm going to get found out on those days I have to wear my rattiest, but most comfortable bra. Maybe have to go to the emergency room or some other event, and everyone will say to themselves,
'She's a charming criminal genius, but she wears the