Just a quick story I wrote in one go. Sorry if it's not fully developed. Let me know if you want more.
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Kate wanted nothing more than to watch people squirm under her will.
As long as she could remember, she had the keen ability to read and control minds, and how she never fully abused this power she did not know. Perhaps it was simply the way her parents raised her, though whether they shared this power Kate could not say. All that she knew was using it never went too far. The world was safe from her.
At first it had just been simple things like settling arguments in the school yard or forcing the teacher to give her a good grade. But when she blossomed into womanhood, it escalated quickly. It wasn't long before she was taking over the minds of boys she lusted after and making them pleasure her endlessly. But when the simplicity of it grew dull, her control was shelved more and more often.
When she graduated high school, she had grown accustom to rarely using her ability for sex at all. It was much more satisfying to seduce someone naturally, though when it came to experimentation she would gladly meddle. That is how she discovered her bisexuality.
It was the summer between high school and college when her favorite sexual memory occurred. She had taken to paying much closer attention to her own appearance, making sure to get discounts on make up and clothes at the local stores. If she could have morphed her own body, she would have. Her breasts were perky and her ass was round - a devout workout regimen made sure of that. What she wanted to change was the smaller details. The length of her legs in proportion to her torso, the shape of her fingers, the color of her eyes. She wanted to stand shorter, closer to a flat five feet than her given 5' 6". She wanted sandier brown hair to go with stormy green eyes instead of her deep and dark brown hair with even darker brown eyes. Most of all, she wanted fuller lips that didn't look fake.
But looking in the mirror, Kate was satisfied. Maybe not happy, but who was ever fully content with their own body? The only person who ever called her perfect and meant it was her best friend Harley. The short, strawberry blonde with the perky little tits and the heart-shaped lips. Truth be told, Kate wanted to look more like her.
Harley didn't know about Kate's power for a long time. They had met in kindergarten, but the secret didn't come out until halfway through high school. Well, it didn't stay out until then. Kate had actually told her a few times before, but fucked her and blanked her memory just for the fun of it. But when that got old, she let her remember it. When they fucked that time, Kate heard her scream in her mind, "Fucking hell, this body is perfect." Kate didn't mention she could read minds.
The two girls were lounging naked in Harley's room a week after graduation. They often spent their time together naked, whether they meant to have sex or not. It was simply more comfortable that way. Harley was brushing her hair and being oddly silent, leaving Kate with enough curiosity to dive in.
"That fucking bitch," Harley thought. "That stupid bitch."
"Harley?"
"Yeah?"
Kate pretended she only picked it up on intuition. "Are you okay? You seem kind of upset."
"You can read me like a book," she sighed. Kate tried not to laugh at that. "Jane Watson."
The name meant more uttered alone. Any verbal explanation would not be enough to describe just who or what this person was. Kate knew it all. Jane Watson was the object of Harley's unfiltered, animalistic desire. But the girl was proclaimed straight, and even homophobic. She had gone on multiple tirades at school speaking out against homosexuality, even going so far as to make arguments without religious backing. It was hate at its purest.
Yet Harley was undeniably attracted to her. Kate had never seen a stronger desire to hate fuck somebody ever before, and did not expect to ever again. Jane was a wiry girl, flat-chested and thin-haired. Modestly pretty, and by no means sexy to Kate. She just looked like a tall twelve-year-old to her.
"What did she do now?"
Harley was quiet for a second, as if pondering how to say it. "She went too far."
Kate looked up and saw her best friend's face in the mirror. Her ocean-blue eyes were tearing up just at the thought of the girl. She no longer wished to know what happened. All she said was, "That's all I need to know."
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Jane lapped up Harley's pussy juices like it was her lifeblood. Her long fingernails dug tightly into Harley's thighs, holding her legs apart as she ate her out. Kate took extreme pleasure from across the room, fingering herself as the bitch learned her place between a superior woman's legs.
They came to the party expecting to have a good time when Jane Watson burst into the house and began protesting Harley's presence. She was the only girl at school who truly embraced her sexuality, always proud of being a lesbian. She and Kate could name a few dozen other girls who might like to consider themselves gay as well, if not for hate mongering harlots like Jane. But without their voices, Harley was left to suffer as Jane's sole target.
She hadn't even finished her first sentence when Kate reached into her mind and whispered, "Not tonight."
Jane lowered her finger and stopped short, the room already silent as the new graduates stared at her. She seemed to feel the tension as her power stance eased back into normalcy. Jane straightened herself and walked into the backyard without another word.
"Make that bitch kneel," Harley said.
"She will," Kate assured her.
Ten minutes later, Jane was naked in the master bedroom, on her knees and sticking her tongue out for Harley. Kate had wasted no time in removing the shrew's inhibitions. She hadn't even had a single drink that night. And so there she was, eating Harley's pussy and drinking every drop of her.
