There is never an excuse for forcing sex on anyone, male or female. I do not condone the practice. However, there are people who have fantasies of being forced to submit sexually. This story, and Chapter 1, were written with them in mind. If you do not want to read stories of this nature, stop here.
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Sarah’s Revenge
Wayne left Sarah's house and walked out into the night, smiling to himself. He had finally been able to bed the lovely Sarah. True, he had to force the issue for starters, but he knew that by the end she was enjoying it. She could deny it all she wanted to, but he could tell by the reaction of her body that she was receiving a lot of pleasure from the acts.
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After Wayne left her house, Sarah lay in her bed, covered by the sheet she had pulled up to her chin after Wayne had finished with her. The bastard. Not only was she covered by the sheet, she was covered in semen. Yuck. She crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. Setting the water temperature as hot as she could stand it, Sarah stepped under the steaming flow of water, letting it cascade over her body. Ahh...that felt so good. She was a bit sore from everything that Wayne had done to her. The bastard.
How dare he force himself on her? How dare he make her do those things? She was a lesbian, for goodness sake. But, she felt inwardly, some of the things he had done to her had felt kind of nice. No; she would not let herself think that way.
As she tried to scrub the feel of Wayne from her body, and wash away the remnants of his orgasms, Sarah’s mind wandered back over the events of the night. Thinking about how he had surprised her on her porch as she was fixing to unlock her front door to go in. Thinking about how he had tied her after making her strip. About how he had tongued her to a fabulous orgasm. 'No! Stop thinking about that', Sarah admonished herself.
Getting out of the shower, Sarah went to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle of douche. Then she reached in and got another, and returned to the shower.
She finished her ablution, then stepped out onto the bathmat and dried her body. Walking into her bedroom, she saw the bed, all mussed from the night of sex. Before she even dressed, she went to the linen closet to get fresh bedding. She stripped the bed and remade it with fresh sheets.
Sarah went to her dresser and got out panties and pajamas and dressed. She walked over to her bed but stopped short of getting in. Somehow, she just couldn't face lying there right now.
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"Hi honey. I got here as fast as I could." Sarah's lover, Amy, walked into Sarah's living room and looked around for her. Amy was glad that she had a key to Sarah's house, because Sarah hadn't sounded too good when she had spoken to her just 20 minutes before. She didn't know what she might find upon her arrival.
"In the kitchen, Amy" called Sarah. Amy walked to the kitchen and up to Sarah. Sarah was sitting at the table, cupping a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. Amy squatted next to Sarah where she sat.
"Look at me, honey," Amy told her. Sarah turned her head and looked at Amy. "What is wrong, Sarah? You're scaring me."
Sarah put her mug on the table and turned to face Amy. "I was raped, Amy. I was raped right here in my own home." Sarah laid her head on Amy's shoulder as Amy wrapped her arms around Sarah, as Sarah began to cry.
"Oh, baby; are you all right? Look at me!" Amy commanded. Sarah raised her head up to look at Amy. "Did he hurt you? Do you know who it was? Oh damn! You took a shower, didn't you? Honey, you washed away the evidence the police would need!"
"I'm ok, Amy. He didn't hurt me and yes, I know who it was. And I'm not going to press charges. Do you remember the guy from work that I've told you about, Wayne? The one who always asks me out?"
"Yeah", said Amy. "It was him?" Sarah nodded her head. "Damn his hide; I'll kill the son of a bitch," said a very angry Amy. "Why aren't you going to press charges?" Amy demanded.
Sarah dried her eyes with a paper napkin and replied, "Because it would cause all kind of crap at work. The best thing to do is just forget it happened."
"I don't agree, Sarah," said Amy. "Not making him accountable for what he did will let him think he can do this again, to any woman; maybe even you again." Amy stood up, with her arms still wrapped around Sarah, Sarah standing up with her.
They walked, arm in arm, to the living room. Sarah looked at the couch. Then she looked around the room. The evidence of the nights' activities was scattered around the room. The ropes with which he had bound her, the slim dildo he had used in her ass; the tube of lubricant that had eased the dildos entry into her body. Her clothing.
Sarah shook her head as she surveyed the room. Amy looked at the items strewn around the room, which she had not noticed when she had first entered the house. Amy walked about the room, picking things up. She discarded the rope, dildo and lubricant. Sarah's clothing she placed in the laundry hamper in the bathroom.
Amy returned to the living room to find Sarah sitting on a chair, avoiding the couch. Amy walked up to Sarah, took her hands and pulled Sarah to her feet. "Come on, baby. Let's go lie down; I'll hold you." They walked to Sarah's bedroom and stood at the foot of Sarah's bed. "Well, at least getting into the bed with you will be much more pleasant than it was earlier," she told Amy.
Amy undressed, pulled the covers back and got into the bed; Sarah followed. They lay, spoon fashion, in the middle of Sarah's bed. "Just rest, honey. I'll be here with you all night." Sarah turned her head back as far as she could, so she could kiss Amy. Realizing she needed more, Sarah turned over to face Amy. Amy pulled Sarah closer to her, and lowered her lips to Sarah's.
It began as a tender kiss; mouths open but no tongue involved. A light rubbing of lips of one mouth over the lips of another mouth. Soon it became more heated. Sarah held onto the back of Amy's head and slipped her tongue into Amy's mouth. Sarah and Amy groaned simultaneously as their tongues began the dance of two lovers. Sarah sucked on Amy's tongue and Amy returned the favor. Their tongues roamed over teeth, inside cheeks, tickling each other's palates. Each felt as if they would never have enough of the other.
Finally, they parted, panting. Sarah gently pushed Amy back onto the mattress and began to kiss her again. She kissed Amy's lips, her cheeks, and her chin. She trailed moist kisses down Amy's neck, stopping to nibble along the way. Amy lay there, moaning, with her hands wrapped in Sarah's hair. Sarah was kissing her way down to Amy's breasts now, licking around the outer breasts, each one in turn, slowly working her way to the nipple of each breast. By the time she had reached the nipple of the first breast, Amy was squirming on the bed, pulling Sarah to her. "Oh, dear god Sarah!" Amy moaned.
Sarah continued sucking Amy's breasts, first one then the other. Sucking hard on the nipples, licking gently around the rest of the breast, just the way she knew Amy liked it.
"Please...Sarah...I need it." Amy was pushing Sarah's head downward, toward her belly. She needed to feel Sarah's tongue on her pussy. Sarah obliged by licking her way down Amy's belly. She didn't make Amy wait very long, as she made a beeline for Amy's crotch.
