The Sapphic Sisters of Pax B. 04

The Sapphic Sisters of Pax Terra - Book 4

(aka The Events at New Dominion College Part 2)

Copyright 2015, 2021 Lisa Summers

All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. This particular book is the second of a multi-part series describing the events at New Dominion College.

No man saw the greatest conspiracy in history coming.

This is a story from that hidden, global war.

Chapter 1

Deborah Arrington looked across the room at the older red haired woman sitting on the bed.

"I've been looking forward to this," she said, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. The woman groaned, but made no effort to stop the young girl.

"Cat got your tongue?" Deborah asked, sneering.

"This is wrong," the woman replied weakly. "You were such an innocent young girl - woman - when you left North Dakota, just months ago. But now..." In spite of her defiant words remonstrating the girl, the woman made no attempt to resist.

"Really?" responded the black-haired young female, slim and supple, heart-breaking in her beauty. She was back home to Horace, North Dakota from New Dominion College of Salem, Virginia for Christmas Break of her freshman year. "Is this wrong?" she asked, as she slowly opened her blouse, exposing her perfect, apple-sized breasts, a rosy blush on each orb, her small, pink nipples erect and thrusting impetuously towards the older woman.

"Would it be so wrong to caress my breasts, young, fresh and small, but dewy and succulent? To suck on my hard, pink nipples, take them between your lips, roll your tongue over their stiffness?" The woman closed her eyes briefly as if in pain, her body and the bed shaking slightly as she moaned.

"No?" asked Deborah rhetorically, her slim, 19 year old body clad only in panties now, as her blouse fluttered to the floor.

"Open your eyes!" she commanded the woman sharply, then, "Would it be wrong to look at this?" she asked softly, pulling aside the gusset of her pink panties, revealing the wet, pink slit of her girlish pussy, fresh and never fucked by any man. Her clitoris was a dark red, the hood already pulling back to display her gleaming pearl. Her entire mons was shaved smooth. Combined with Deborah's thin labia, the effect was to make her vulva appear like that of a young girl's, although she was well into her eighteenth year.

The older woman moaned again, her fingers fluttering against the skirt covering her thighs. "Oh god," she murmured, the bed shaking again. A fragrance of fresh, hot peaches rose from between her legs and wafted to her nostrils.

"Do you like that?" Deborah cooed. "Would you like to have your nose rubbing against my wet clit, to smell how hot and randy I am for you? Would you like to run your tongue along my lips, and inside my wet slit, to taste my hot pussy, to see how excited I am for you?"

She pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, to completely expose her charming young cunt to the middle aged woman's now avid gaze.

"You can't stop looking now, can you, you slutty cunt." Deborah whispered. The woman shook her head.

"No...no, I can't...Mistress," the woman confessed. "Oh...god," she added.

To the woman's shock, Deborah wasn't through. The long-haired young college freshman whirled around, displaying her rounded, perfect ass to the woman, her panties still at mid thigh, then slowly bent over at the waist, pushing out her buttocks at the woman, her ass cheeks parting, exposing the tiny pink and puckered hole between them, her pussy just below, dripping feminine cream, wetly shining in the bedroom light.

"Will it be wrong when you get on your knees behind me, and bring your face to my tight little ass, and lick my dirty little asshole, cunt?" The woman said nothing, her fingers between her legs, furiously fingering herself, her body and the bed shaking with orgasm after orgasm firing through her body and mind and soul.

Deborah looked back at the woman, her body still bent over, and smiled.

"Now...tell me...in exquisite detail, what you're going to do to my mother when I give you permission," Deborah said slowly. The woman sighed, and a little smile came to her face.

"I'm going to undress her, slowly, kissing every part of her body as it's revealed - her breasts that I've envied for years, her ass that is so much nicer than mine, and her pussy, which must be the finest and sweetest cunt in all the world, since you came out of it, Mistress." The woman shuddered again in pleasure, her fingers a blur as she played with her own wet snatch.

"Will you fuck her, like my father does?" Deborah asked softly.

"No, much, much better. She complains that he still doesn't know how to please her. I'll put on the pretty strap on you told me to buy, and I'll fuck her so well in all her holes that she'll scream out my name whenever he fucks her - if he can ever get close to that divine hot twat again." The woman hesitated, and then spoke.

"Please, Mistress...may I lick your cunt and asshole now?"

"Yes, slutty cunt Samantha," Deborah chuckled. "Eat me out, make me cum a dozen times...and maybe I'll pee in your mouth afterwards - wouldn't that be nice?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, that would be lovely. I can almost taste your hot piss already," the shapely and semi-naked woman, clad only in a loosened skirt, said.

"Do it now, Mrs. Bredner, you filthy dyke whore!" Deborah commanded, confident that the woman was already on the way to lick her filthy proffered treasure, as she knew she would.

Samantha Bredner, President of the Horace, North Dakota Independent School District Board, and a useful political ally in the future, rose to attend to the newly acquired goddess in her life.

Deborah's plan to slowly seduce all of her mother's friends was on its way. Her first had been so easy, simply a matter of offering the woman some wine - with a wonderfully special "extra" from FIT in it. She thought that her parents might be proud to know that their honors daughter majoring in Political Science was putting everything that she had learned at New Dominion to work so quickly, if it weren't for the fact that her efforts would turn her own mother into a fanatical lesbian and would most likely kill her father.

"Oh well, cracked eggs and omelettes, as they say," Deborah thought, as the first of the dozen promised orgasms from Samantha Bredner's inquiring and curious pink tongue coursed through the young girl's supple frame.

Chapter 2

"Good morning, doll," Elisha Barrett said to the younger woman next to her in bed, her dirty blonde hair tousled, a sleep line across her bare shoulder where apparently her hand - or Elisha's - had rested most of the night.

The girl opened her eyes and smiled. "G'morning," she mumbled. "Wow, I've never slept so well in my life," she said, "even with all the wonderful dreams of pretty girls licking my pussy and fucking me with great big cocks." She giggled.

"Or cum as much," I'll bet," dark haired Elisha said, smiling herself. "You look nice, Ariel. Girl love becomes you."

Ariel Tanzett laughed. "God, no, I don't look great in the morning and you're the first person - well, woman - to see me hot out of the sack after fucking. And my god, you made me cum and cum and cum...I thought it would never end. It was like the dreams I've been having the last few days..."

"I have a confession to make," Elisha said. "I made you have those dreams, and as for our sex last night...it all comes from the same place, the people I work with."

"What do you mean?" Ariel asked, a puzzled look on her face. "New Dominion College?"

Elisha laughed. "Kind of. You're now a converted, initiated member of FIT. It stands for 'Females Inherit Terra,' and our only goal is to take over the planet by converting every woman to lesbianism. It was in a little solution that I slipped into your iced tea the first day. Now you're all mine...to do with as I please."

"And I started having dreams that night," Ariel mused, her fingers absently stroking her hair. "But I don't understand, I've never heard of this FIT group, and how come I don't hate you for doing that to me, and making me a lesbian?"

"Because you can't help yourself, cunt. The virus inside you is making you one of us, and I promise you, you would never have approached even one tenth of the happiness you'll feel now in your life. Think about it, are you mad at me even the littlest bit for changing your life without your permission?"

"No...come to think of it, before whenever somebody did anything the least little bit devious to me, I'd get pissed, really pissed," Ariel said slowly. "But all I'm thinking about right now is how good your pussy tasted last night, and how I'd really like to taste it again, if you'll let me."

"See?" Elisha said. "And didn't you mention that you had a boyfriend back in Charlottesville? What do you think about him now?"

Ariel laughed. "Who?" Then Elisha laughed.

"How about we play some of those games we invented last night?"

"I've got one," Ariel grinned. "Let's play 'Pin My Lips on Elisha's Ass!'" She wrestled the slim brunette onto her stomach with surprising strength, then moved her face down to the woman's hot, damp ass cheeks, kissing her all over her rosy-pink butt, her flesh feeling soft and warm against her lips.

"God, your ass smells surprisingly good for an ass," Ariel giggled. "And I'll bet it tastes even better. And why does it smell like peaches?"

"That's just a weird side effect of the virus," Elisha shrugged, her voice muffled by the mattress. "We all smell like peaches, in our breath and from our pussies." She giggled herself.

"And you can keep kissing my bottom until I cum enough times to be satisfied," she said, "And after that you can start making me cum by kissing other parts."

"Mmm, you mean like your pussy?" Ariel said, mock growling.

"I'll let you kiss and lick me there," Elisha growled.

She stared confidently as Ariel turned her over again, onto her back, her body glowing pink in the thin beams of the slanted morning sun.

"You look so good, I'll start up here and work my way down," Ariel decided, as she slowly brought her face to Elisha's, the two women sharing a warm morning kiss and a hot embrace, their naked bodies twining together as they both grew serious about their lovemaking.

When eventually Ariel slipped her way down to Elisha's reddish slit between her legs, the smeared female cream from the previous night dried on her thighs, the young blonde temp in the New Dominion College School of Psychology leisurely lapped at the woman's smooth labia, her brown pubic hairs confined to a tight round patch above her clitoris.

"Oh fuck, Ariel," Elisha moaned. "Eat my cunt...so good, oh jesus yes, baby," she moaned, her hips and thighs shaking with the countless orgasms the talented convert to FIT aroused inside her. Ariel seemingly couldn't get enough of Elisha's pussy until finally Elisha had to drag her off, in order to return the favor.

For the next half hour the two FIT-infected lovers took turns eating out the other's hot snatch, both drumming their heels against the mattress of Elisha's bed as dozens upon dozens of orgasms exploded within them, and each experienced a dozen more as they struggled to shower together and consume a wake up cup of coffee.

Then they headed off to work on the campus of New Dominion College, in the Psychology Building, where Elisha served as Administrator and Ariel was the newest temp - and Elisha's newest convert to the cause.

Chapter 3

The firefighter from the Roanoke County, Virginia Fire Rescue truck was dressed in a plain uniform, navy blue suit, white shirt, tie, looking more like a captain in the Salvation Army than the popular image of a fireman in his turnout gear - the heavy fireproof clothing that we all associate with their profession - but the badge looked legitimate enough. He was accompanied by two other firefighters, one male and one female, in the short sleeved navy blue shirts and slacks more typically worn by firefighters when on duty. He was in the office of Maintenance Support for New Dominion College, located in the small southwestern Virginia town of Salem, addressing Sharyl Weiner, the Maintenance Director for the College.

He introduced himself as Deputy Fire Marshal Sean Walker, and then introducing the man and woman with him as Fire Inspectors, he said, "We've received a complaint that there are some violations of the fire code in your School of Psychology Building. We have to check it out, I'm sure you understand."

"Yes, certainly," she replied. "Can you let me see the complaint? We don't want to be in violation of any safety laws, we care too much about our students, staff and visitors to take any shortcuts or disregard any fire laws."

"Sure," he replied. "But first, let's take a look at that structure, okay?" His smile was brief and perfunctory.

"Whatever we can do to cooperate," she said. As she stood with him, she reached for her cell phone.

"I'd rather you didn't call anyone," he said. "Not that we think you folks would cheat, but some people do...so it's our policy that a fire violation investigation not be announced."

"Oh...alright," she said, putting her phone away, only a little annoyed. "The Psych building is three blocks from here. How about I meet you there?" He nodded and the firemen went back to their truck.

"Do you think she's going to alert them anyway?" Penny Hardesty, one of the fire inspectors, asked the fire marshal.

"Not a doubt in my mind," he smiled. "It's fine, as long as we can use this as an excuse to snoop around."

When they arrived at the building, Director Weiner asked if she would be allowed to accompany them. "It's school policy that all official visitors be escorted. We don't want to miss anything that you might point out, even something minor in passing. As I said, we want to be in full compliance with all county codes."

"I'd be happy to have you accompany me, ma'am," the fire official said, "although we'll be splitting up. We can cover more territory that way." He smiled at her again, even as she frowned to see the other two scamper off.

"I wish that I'd known you were going to do that," she said. "They'll probably come up against some locked doors, with no one to let them in." He shrugged.

"We'll do the best we can, this is a public area inspection anyway" he said. "And locked doors are usually why we get called out - those are violations if you don't do it correctly. For example, chaining doors is an absolute no-no."

"I know that," the Director replied irritably. "Well, lead the way, it's your complaint...to investigate," she added, as she realized her irritation had shown itself. The more formally dressed firefighter strolled through the building, obviously content to allow Director Weiner to lead him as she saw fit, only making minor comments as they walked as she explained their in-house program for fire prevention and response.

"Since we're too small a college to have our own fire department, we do depend heavily on your agency. We hope to maintain a good relationship with Roanoke County Fire Rescue - you just never know when something is going to happen," she said, looking sincerely into his eyes, batting her eyelashes a bit. Sean had to admit that she was attractive, as so many of the women at New Dominion College seemed to be.

"Of course," he agreed. "We value our relationship with good public citizens like New Dominion, I'm sure that there's nothing to the complaint. It's just that we have to check them out, no matter how unfounded."

"Where are your associates?" asked the Director, as the two of them had been looking around for upwards of 30 minutes.

"Oh, you asked to see the complaint," Sean responded, pulling a typewritten form from his pocket. "Here, you can see..." he said, holding it and allowing her to look. When she reached for it, he pulled it away.

"I'm sorry, this is an official document, I can't let it out of my control."

"But it's just a dispatcher's transcript of a phone call," she protested. "It doesn't have the caller's name, or anything."

"Well, yes...it's anonymous," Sean said and shrugged his broad shoulders. "Let me see how far along the others are." He called them on their tactical radios, receiving quick responses, and listened.

"Alright, he responded. "Let's wrap it up then. I don't want to waste any more of the Director's time." As he and Director Weiner stood in the lobby of the Psychology building, a 3 level, large brick structure of about 10,000 square feet per floor, along with two half-sized sublevels, the two fire inspectors padded toward them.

"So, nothing?" Sean asked. The two shook their heads.

"Just minor stuff, Cap," the woman replied. "An EXIT sign missing a bulb on the second floor East stairwell entrance."

"Alright then," he replied. "Umm, I can consider that EXIT sign repaired soon?" he asked, "So there's no need to issue a citation?"

"Absolutely," Director Weiner responded, beaming. "It'll be fixed before you're off the campus."

"Splendid," Sean replied. "We'll be off, then." The three firefighters boarded their truck, crowding into the cab.

"'Splendid...We'll be off then?'" giggled Penny. "What are you, 'Brigadier Sean of Her Majesty the Queen's Greater London Fire Company'?"

"Sorry," he muttered as they drove off. "The years I spent as a chorus boy on the West End come back to haunt me, sometimes, my dears," he responded, in a perfect British accent.

"What should I do with the light bulb I copped from the EXIT sign?" asked the grinning Tim Daugherty, the male Fire Inspector.

Chapter 4

When the "firefighters" dropped off the old fire truck back with their hobbyist friend who had lent it, then returned in their own car to the nondescript rental house at the intersection of Academy Street and Morton Avenue in Salem, Sloan Gamble was waiting. Sloan was the chief agent of the East Coast Pax Terra office, stationed in New Jersey, and probably Pax Terra's most talented and effective agent in the United States and Canada. She was also the identical twin sister of Erin Rider, FIT's chief agent in the United States and her worst enemy.

It was just a bonus that Sloan, and of course Erin, were both the spitting image of Jenna Coleman, the beautiful and innocent appearing young British actress. It was an advantage Sloan had used to defeat many of Pax's enemies, by either seducing the women or by convincing them that she herself was Erin Rider.

Pax Terra was equally as lesbian in inclinations and nature as FIT - both had been started through similar accidents in the same Australian pharmaceutical laboratory decades before - but Pax was not interested in eradicating all males from the earth, whereas FIT had made that maniacal goal one of their main tenets. It tended to differentiate the two organizations rather dramatically, and their brushes with each other tended to end in death for members of one or the other organization.

"What did you find?" Sloan snapped brusquely.

"And hello to you, Chief," Sean responded.

"I'm sorry," Sloan replied. "This place is giving me the willies." Sloan's psychic abilities since being converted by Pax Terra were well known to - and respected by - the others of the global group, especially her compatriots in the New Jersey office.

"My apologies, Sloan," Sean replied. "Just my irrepressible gay nature, I'll try to rein it in."

"Thanks," Sloan replied. "I'll feel a whole lot better when this job is over."

"Um, at the risk of sounding dumb," Tim, the other male 'firefighter' - as none of them actually worked for Roanoke County, but rather Pax Terra - said, "but could you go over again just what 'the job' is?"

"Sure, Tim," she replied.