Thank you for reading my story. Even though the category this story is listed under is mind control, it features several of my favorite genres in erotica including lesbian sex, erotic horror, BDSM, nonconsent/reluctance, mature sex, group sex, first time sex, incest and more! If you are offended by any of the above don't read any further. The first part is rather long, and a little bit of a slow burn but I think it's worth it to get to know the women in this story before they start fucking each other :). Enjoy.
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Prologue
A noxious gas rose from the smoking crater. The impact of the arrival had been silent and invisible, but had nonetheless torn the earth asunder. Within the still steaming hole, a horrid shape quivered. Something slithered forth and crawled to the end of the crater. A tentacled hand gripped the ledge at the edge of the hole and lifted itself. An eldritch horror rose from the depths...
Cassandra screamed as she awoke. She sat up quickly and scanned the room with fright, suddenly feeling reassured to find herself in her own bed. She hugged her arms across her chest as she breathed deeply and tried to calm herself down. Cassandra didn't usually have nightmares and the ones she did have were never too scary, but this one had been incredibly vivid. She grabbed a tall glass of water sitting on her nightstand and took a drink before lying back down. She finally felt safe enough to close her eyes. As she drifted back to sleep, she already lost remembrance of the details of her dream. As she faded back into her slumber, she could no longer recall why she had been so terrified...
Day One
Cassandra rushed back and forth between rooms in her apartment anxiously because she was running late for work. She had slept horribly the previous night and didn't feel rested at all. She had fallen asleep after her initial nightmare but continued to have bad dreams throughout the night and was unable to fall back to sleep. After lying awake staring at the ceiling for over an hour, she had desperately turned to the only surefire way to put herself to sleep. Cassandra opened the top drawer of her nightstand and retrieved the small vibrator she kept in there. Not wanting to wake her roommates in case they were still awake, she set the vibrator on the lowest setting so that it emitted a soft vibrating buzz. Cassandra lifted up her pajamas with one hand while the other holding the vibrator creeped downward. Cassandra tickled herself by moving the vibrator down her stomach and crotch before she began massaging her pussy with it. Not content to utilize the imagination that had been the cause of her restlessness, Cassandra reached for her phone and plugged headphones in. She opened a web browser as she placed the earbuds on either side of her head.
She surfed to PornHub and searched for a video featuring the porn actress Princess Donna. Cassandra had never entertained serious thoughts of lesbianism before, but she thought she might switch sides just for a night of being dominated by her favorite porn star. The only form of pornography that Cassandra enjoyed was BDSM. Usually when she wanted to get off she would read a nice, long story at Literotica.com. Preferably with a glass of wine resting nearby. But she currently lacked the patience to read, wanting to get off as soon as possible and fall asleep .
The particularly video she was watching featured a lucky guy being dominated and fucked in the ass by Princess Donna's strapon. He was emitting animalistic grunts and moans as Donna fucked him. Donna was talking dirty to him as she fucked him, both playfully teasing and demeaning him in equal measure.
The gender of the participants in the pornography Cassandra watched didn't matter. It could by lesbian, gay, straight or any various combination of gender. The part that Cassandra enjoyed was the loss of control and complete submission. Cassandra sometimes wished she could be adventurous enough to engage in a dominant/submissive relationship in real life, but she knew it was just another fantasy she would never fulfill.
Cassandra rubbed the vibrator against her clitoris and tried to finger herself with the same hand to finish as soon as possible. Donna had finished fucking the man and was rewarding him by riding up and down on his dick, still in complete control of him even though his penis was inside her. Within a minute, Cassandra felt her orgasm beginning and she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. After she finished, Cassandra turned the phone off and threw both the phone and her vibrator clumsily on the nightstand. Cassandra had soaked through her pajama pants as she came, and she doffed her soggy pants and tossed them to the floor. With her legs bare, she rolled over and curled in a fetal position, trying to stay warm. As usual, she became sleepy soon after getting off. Within a minute, she was asleep and slumbered peacefully.
Too peacefully in fact. Cassandra had slept through her alarm and was now rushing to get ready for work. Lacking the time to straighten her hair this morning, she attacked her follicles with a hairbrush to try and eliminate all the tangles. The bathroom mirror showed the reflection of a young, skinny woman with long dark brown hair that curled messily below her shoulders. Large brown eyes stared back from the mirror. Cassandra had always thought of herself as being conventionally attractive, but she didn't consider herself a knockout. Especially not compared to her sister.
Cassandra lived in a modest three-bedroom apartment in the middle of Manhattan. The living room was a decent size, but the kitchen was tiny with minimal counter space. Cassandra looked at the amount of bills piling up on one of the counters and sighed. They were going to lose the apartment soon if they couldn't find more money.
Though there were two bathrooms, there was only one shower/bathtub to share between three women. The bedrooms were also small, and one of them did not even have a closet. Cassandra's little sister Anna got the smallest room since she was the youngest. She had to hang her clothes on a rack that took up nearly half of the room.
Cassandra heard snoring from Anna's room as she hurriedly applied makeup to her face and brushed her teeth. Anna must have gotten back late after partying with some of her friends from college. Anna was a stereotypically lazy art student; her classes started at 10:30 and she would probably wake up at 10 and literally run to campus to make her first session. Anna was studying photography and videography at NYU. The decor of the apartment belied her immense talent. The walls were decked with beautiful black and white stills that Anna had captured on her camera. Luckily, she had earned a generous scholarship or else there would be no way she could afford her New York lifestyle.
The other inhabitant of the apartment was Cassandra's best friend Sherri. They had known each other since kindergarten when they both attended the same elementary school in Greenwood, Delaware. They had gone to different colleges in whole different states, but both ended up moving to New York City following graduation and eventually moved in with each other. Sherri was an out and proud lesbian who never acted ashamed of her lifestyle. Cassandra had been the first person Sherri had ever come out to when they were still in high school. Cassandra didn't feel uncomfortable at all about Sherri's sexual orientation, she loved her friend like a sister and had never felt any attraction to her. If Sherri had any feelings for Cassandra that amounted to more than friendship, she kept them well hidden.
When she wasn't in class or studying, Anna was a part-time barista at a coffee house just down the street. Sherri worked in a hair salon for her day job and on most nights tended bar at a notorious gay club. Sherri often brought home her conquests from nights of debauchery at Curvy and engaged in loud, unabashed love making with them even though she knew Cassandra and Anna could hear everything through the paper-thin walls. Cassandra was the only true professional of the group, she worked as a copy editor for a notorious fashion magazine. Between the three of them, they still barely made enough money each month to cover their ridiculously expensive rent. Sherri was doing the most she could, working two jobs over sixty hours total a week. Anna spent most of her time working on class projects and trying to graduate and pitched in as much as she was able to. That left most of the responsibility on Cassandra's shoulders to make sure they stayed afloat and ahead of the next rent payment.
Cassandra cursed as she glanced at the clock. Already ten minutes past seven and she still needed to pick up her coworker Alexis and get to the office before eight. Cassandra knew she was insane for owning a car in New York but thought she had good reasons. She used to take the Metro but had been assaulted once late at night and refused to ride on the subway again. Plus, one of the few perks she received at her job was a reserved stall at a parking garage less than two blocks away from the skyscraper she worked in. The car was a piece of crap, but it had been cheap and still ran well.
Cassandra battled traffic for over half an hour before she could reach the block Alexis lived on. As she drove she listened to a local news report on the radio: "Central Park officials are still investigating the fifty foot wide, ten foot deep hole that mysterious appeared in the Park seemingly overnight."
Cassandra reached the street outside Alexis' apartment but saw nowhere open to park in. Seeing no one coming up behind her, Cassandra parked on the street and sent a quick voice message to Alexis: "Hurry the fuck up. I'm double parked on the street." A few seconds later, Alexis responded: "Be right down in a sec." It ended up being a couple minutes before Alexis raced out of her apartment building, and a car sitting behind Cassandra honked at her repeatedly before giving up and going around her.
