If you are under the legal age of consent in your area (generally 18 years but sometimes as much as 21), or if you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and sexual pleasure between adults, please do not read further. The author fully realize the PREMISE of this story is not original, but chapter one IS loosely based on actual events (minus the mind control aspects). All subsequent events are purely fiction. Do not post elsewhere without the expressed, written permission of Samurai Sword. © 2006 by Samurai Sword. All rights reserved.
Notice: This chapter is NOT about violence or pain. It contains elements of mild physical and strong psychological coercion. This chapter is fiction and the author does not condone or advocate nonconsensual sex.
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I led the girls up to my apartment, engaging them in idle chit-chat along the way. I only needed a minute to unlock the door, flip on the lights in the living room and deactivate the alarm. Tonya tossed her purse on the couch and Monica placed hers gently on the coffee table.
"Alright, let me get you ladies a drink."
Tonya laughed and placed her arm around Monica's shoulder, "We want a tour of this 'bachelor's pad' first." Monica's shoulders stiffened and she smiled at me meekly.
"As you wish!" My apartment was neither large nor fancy. The tour took only a couple of minutes and ended in my bedroom. While I told some blah-blah-blah story about my real estate agent helping me find the place, Monica stared at some pictures on the wall. Tonya stepped to within a few inches of me and looked at me quizzically. I grinned and looked at Monica who had her back to me. She was standing a few feet away and was still staring at the pictures. "I just have to say, you ladies are SO incredibly hot. Whew! I mean you are both just smokin' sexy women. How could anyone resist?"
Monica turned, "Uh, thanks Jake, I..." Tonya covered the distance between them in an instant. Before Monica knew what hit her, Tonya kissed her forcefully on the lips. "EEMMMMM!!!" Monica squeaked in surprise. Nearly simultaneously the picture frames rattled loudly as the force of Tonya's embrace thumped Monica's back and rear end against the wall. Tonya tightened her embrace and kissed Monica harder. Monica's hands flew out from her sides, palms up and open. Tonya's arms were wrapped around Monica's upper arms, preventing the brunette from getting any leverage to push away. Tonya broke the kiss with a loud SMACK!
I wanted to see what level of my power would be required in this situation. So I didn't give Monica a full blast. Before Monica could say anything or react further I interjected, "YEAH, that is beautiful! Oh, you girls are incredible together. Don't stop! This is waaaay hot!"
Tonya lowered her head and began to work on Monica's neck. Every time Monica tried to speak in protest, Tonya cut her off with a bite, lick, or nibble that forced Monica to roll her head back or to one side. Meanwhile Tonya scissored her right leg between Monica's legs and used upward leverage to further pin Monica against the wall. This freed Tonya's hands and she now let them roam freely over Monica's ribs, shoulder and arms.
Monica tried to look at me pleadingly but Tonya's actions kept causing Monica to groan and break eye contact. I had deliberately not pushed aside all of Monica's inhibitions and I sensed she thought I might be her lifeline – a way out of this situation, if only she could get me to help. She was about to discover just how wrong she was.
Tonya cooed to her, "Mmmm, you like that don't you baby?"
I joined in, "Of course she does. Don't you Monica? Tonya knows how to make you feel good, right?"
"....uhhhgnnnn..."
"Right?"
Tonya slid her hands up Monica's sweater and cradled her breasts. "Oh God!"
"Answer his question," Tonya commanded, giving the breasts a firm squeeze.
"Yes! Oh ...oh...oh...yessssss!" Monica's hands collapsed to her side in surrender.
In a blur Tonya whipped Monica's sweater up and off. She then began kissing Monica on the lips again. This time more gently. Monica ceased her resistance but she was still not actively participating. Tonya eased the pressure she was using to hold Monica against the wall and began to gently stroke Monica's face and neck. Tonya was persistent, keeping this up for several minutes. I stepped closer to get a better look. Gradually, almost imperceptively, Monica began to respond.
Monica gently placed her trembling hands on Tonya's hips. Monica's lips parted and Tonya's tongue immediately darted into the opening. Both girls moaned. Tonya continued stroking Monica's face and neck with one hand, while she unzipped her own top with the other. Tonya soon freed herself from her sweat-top, without breaking the make-out session. She next crossed her arms in front and wrapped her fingers in between Monica's fingers. She used their now intertwined hands to grab hold of her undershirt. In this manner she forced Monica to help her pull the undershirt over Tonya's head. Both women were now down to their bras.
Tonya quickly began kissing Monica again. Monica's hands came to rest on Tonya's shoulders, but Tonya was more adventurous. She groped Monica over her bra and I could see Monica involuntarily press her chest into the contact. Tonya loosened her leverage and allowed Monica's back to separate from the wall. In one swift motion Tonya slid one arm around the small of Monica's back and the other around Monica's neck. She pulled Monica's upper body towards her and pushed up slightly with her legs. This allowed Tonya to pirouette both their bodies. Before Monica even understood what was happening, Tonya pushed both women forward two steps to the side of my bed. Monica was off balance and toppled over on the comforter with Tonya on top of her.
"Unmmfff!" The combination of surprise, a short fall, and Tonya's weight forced the air out of Monica's lungs. Tonya used Monica's momentary disorientation to her advantage as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Monica's hips with her thighs. Tonya leaned down, allowing her hair to create a veil around Monica's head. Tonya began kissing Monica again and both women were soon moaning softly. Tonya reached back and unclasped her bra. When the straps came loose, they dropped down Tonya's arms and the bra fell on Monica's neck. Something about this contact seemed to raise Monica's self-awareness and her body stiffened. Monica broke the kiss and turned her head to the side.
"Please, no. I can't. This isn't right..."
Tonya flung the bra aside and cradled Monica's face in her hands.
"Oh, baby, there's nothing wrong with this. We're just having a bit of fun. I can tell you like it."
"I can't. This isn't supposed..."
I was strongly tempted to let Tonya work it out herself, but I didn't want the action to slow down. I interjected with a modest dose of my power.
"Just have a good time Monica. Your body is responding beautifully. Your body wants this. Everything is safe here. Nothing to worry about."
"I don't know...I..."
"Shhhhh," Tonya placed a finger delicately against Monica's lips.
Tonya leaned in again and whispered, "It's okay, baby. Just have fun. We're all friends here." Tonya began kissing Monica again.
"Mmmm....mmmmm"
I figured I could quietly help things along. I went to the side of the bed and started with Tonya's shoes. In a moment I had both her sneakers and socks off. She broke her embrace with Monica long enough to look back and give me a wink. Monica's knees were still bent and hanging off the edge of the bed. I squatted and very delicately began unbuckling the straps on Monica's heels. Tonya's actions must have had her distracted, because I got the heels off without any apparent reaction from Monica.
I moved around to the opposite side of the bed and lowered my elbows to positions above and just to the outside of Monica's shoulders. I gently worked my hands under Monica's shoulder blades and let my fingers come to rest under her arms. She seemed not to be aware of me.
I radiated a small amount of power. "Why don't you girls move to the center of the bed?" Tonya rose slightly and loosened her grip on Monica. It was my opening to pull Monica so that her entire body was now on the bed. Monica's only response was a weak, "huh?"
I released her and sat on the corner of the bed. Tonya again collapsed on top of Monica. She began to squeeze Monica's breasts more forcefully. Tonya planted butterfly kisses on the tops of Monica's breasts and licked between her cleavage. Tonya's breasts pressed against Monica's tight stomach.
"Oh...oh...oh...god...nnnnghhhh."
Monica ran her hands through Tonya's hair. Tonya's hands found the front clasp on Monica's bra and she released it. Before the cups fell away, Tonya slid her hands under them and onto Monica's bare flesh. Monica's back and neck arched fiercely.
"OH...OH....AHHHHhhhhh..."
The only things now hiding Monica's breasts from the open air were Tonya's hand. Tonya spoke softly to her in a husky voice, "Sweet Monica, you have gorgeous boobs. I love them. Ohhh, they're wonderful."
