[This is a loose sequel to It Happened to Her, in which Pippa, a troubled young woman, deals with her own sexual trauma by forcing herself on her friend and housemate Kezia. It's also a side-story to When the Music Stops/When the Call Comes In, as Kezia is the lover of Marco and Jenna from those stories. You can read this story on its own -- the backstory is outlined in the main text.
Be aware, this story involves explicit female-on-female nonconsent/reluctance, cruelty, humiliation, domination/submission and some pissing. Avoid if those themes trouble you.
To state the obvious, this is a sexual fantasy. The viewpoint character is seriously disturbed and her behaviour should not be emulated in real life. All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]
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The morning after she had her way with Kezia, Pippa awoke to brilliant sunshine and a pastel-blue sky. A smile of pure joy crossed her sleepy face as she remembered how she'd ravished her drunk, helpless friend. She hadn't been so profoundly satisfied in years.
She lay and basked in the sunshine for a long while, untroubled by doubts or any fear of consequences. Her whole body fizzed with delighted energy. To think, she'd once been a nerdy, pitiful wallflower, used and discarded by Darius. Now she felt reborn, unstoppable and untouchable. The devil on her shoulder was dancing with joy.
Late in the morning, Kezia finally awoke from her drunken slumber and wandered to the bathroom for a shower. Pippa could hear her humming happily to herself, sounding like she didn't have a care in the world, or even a hangover.
She doesn't know, Pippa thought with savage glee. She has no idea what I did to her last night. I got away with it, just like I knew I would.
When Kezia had showered, Pippa slipped out of bed and went to spy on her, as she so often did. Tiptoeing on bare, silent feet, she snuck up to Kezia's bedroom and peeked through the fine crack between the door and the frame.
Kezia was lounging on her front on the bed, propped up on her elbows, naked except for a towel loosely wrapped around her midriff. Her platinum-blonde hair was still wet, and her superb tits spilled out from the top of the towel. She swung her feet idly in the air above her as she chatted on the phone to her best friend Jenna. Pippa noticed the bed had been stripped to the mattress; the duvet and sheets were piled on the floor.
"Ohmygod, Jen, it's so embarrassing," Kezia giggled into the phone. She didn't sound at all unhappy, just bemused. "I was so drunk I actually peed the bed. Like, a lot. There was this huge wet patch on the sheets when I woke up. God, I hope Pippa doesn't find out."
Pippa's pussy responded to hearing that by growing instantly sopping wet. She remembered her spur-of-the-moment decision to piss on Kezia the night before, how her urine had gushed over the passed-out girl's tits and thighs. Marking her new territory, reinforcing her total ownership of her sweet little victim. It was the first time she'd pissed on another person, and it had been glorious. It was even better knowing she'd gotten away with it.
"I know, I know!" Kezia went on, after Jenna had replied on her end. "I haven't done that in years. I must have been totally wasted. And, like, somehow I still needed to pee this morning! But, Jen, I had such a hot dream. I dreamed you were there eating me out. It felt so fucking real, it was crazy..."
Because it was real, honey, Pippa thought wickedly. That was me licking your slutty pussy, while you were drunk out of your mind. And it was so fucking delicious.
A pause as Jenna spoke, then Kezia laughed cutely. "Yeah, guess I'm so used to you going down on me now it's, like, wired into my brain. Fuck, Jen, I'm actually getting wet thinking about it. I gotta come see you and Marco again..."
Pippa didn't hear the rest of the conversation. She crept away at that point because she was almost deranged with arousal, and needed to get herself off before she stormed in and took Kezia by force right then and there. She ran into her bedroom, shut the door and yanked down her harem pants to bare her wet, needy cunt.
Once, she'd only had fantasies of Kezia to masturbate to. But now she had memories -- filthy, sick, depraved, beautiful memories, which she knew she'd treasure for the rest of her life. She lay back on her bed and violated herself with her fingers, fast and aggressive, hard enough to hurt pleasurably. The delightful images played in her mind. Kezia's sweet, trusting face as she stumbled into the house blind drunk. Her long desperate pee in the toilet with Pippa watching lecherously. Her lovely young body bared in the darkness of her bedroom. Her weak moans and confused pleading as Pippa fingered and caressed and kissed and licked her. Her helpless orgasms and the taste of her squirted juices in Pippa's mouth.
And the crescendo, Pippa grinding herself to climax against unconscious Kezia's pussy before lovingly soaking her in warm piss. The once-raped becoming the rapist. The single greatest thrill of Pippa's twenty-eight years.
She made herself cum again and again to those memories. Her pussy spasmed and squirted around her fingers, spraying out long clear arcs across her bed. She swore and sighed and moaned with delight. She hissed Kezia's name over and over.
She didn't feel an atom of guilt for what she'd done. She'd given her friend so much pleasure -- Kezia's orgasms had been proof of that -- and enjoyed herself into the bargain. She hadn't harmed a hair on Kezia's pretty head. And Kezia had no clear memory of it, unlike Pippa's vivid recollections of what Darius had done to her. The worst the little slut had suffered was a wet bed. Where was the crime in that?
God, how she wanted to do it again.
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Outwardly, little changed in their household in the following weeks. The usual comfortable routine of work, chores, nights out and nights in carried on. Kezia remained totally unaware of what had happened. Pippa didn't feel any need to tell her.
There was some muted flirtatiousness between them. Kezia must have noticed Pippa checking her out in the mornings when she walked out of the bathroom naked. The two girls often shared moments of prolonged eye contact, furtive smiles, offhand remarks about someone looking hot today. Nothing too serious.
If Kezia could have read Pippa's furiously horny mind, though, she would have been horrified. Not only by the memories of her rape, but by the lustful fantasies of doing it again and again and again. Pippa dreamed constantly of tying Kezia to a bed and violating her in every way possible while she sobbed and pleaded. She imagined somehow finding Darius again and bringing him home with her, so she could watch and masturbate while he fucked Kezia senseless. She made herself cum until she was nearly insensate, thinking of all the ways she could conquer and degrade that gentle little blonde.
Yes, it was sick and wrong and illegal, what she'd done. Rationally, she knew she should never do it again. She genuinely liked Kezia, truly wished her no harm, but at the same time there was something about her that was darkly irresistible.
It's because she's prey, the devil on her shoulder whispered. She's small and pretty and weak and helpless, and you have every right to take her. To use her like Darius used you.
Pippa resisted the temptation for as long as she could. Not out of any attack of conscience -- she had no conscience -- but because, as before, she needed to wait for the right moment. A time when she had Kezia alone, and sufficiently vulnerable.
This time, she decided, it wouldn't be while Kezia was drunk or asleep. This time she would know exactly who was fucking her. It would be much more dangerous that way, yes. But so much more fun.
As the weeks passed, Pippa noticed a significant change in Kezia's sex life. She was hardly bringing any fuckboys home any more. Instead, she was spending more and more time with Jenna. Pippa already knew the two girls were fucking, of course, but she learned from her furtive eavesdropping that a guy named Marco was also involved. Marco was, presumably, Jenna's boyfriend, and apparently he was hung like a horse. Kezia started to mention him a lot in her phone calls, cooing about how much she loved his huge cock and how hard he made her cum.
