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  "Get 'em wet," Lydia ordered. "And don't hold back. They're going in you."

  Rachel and Aubrey took the strap-ons in their mouths for a moment. Rachel looked over at her friend as she slid her lips back and forth over the plastic shaft, but Aubrey seemed in another world.

  On some unspoken cue, Emma and Lydia pushed the girls back onto the mattress on the floor.

  Lydia turned Aubrey back on all fours, intent on fucking her doggystyle.

  Rachel moved to turn over as well, but Emma stopped her. "I like those tits of yours. I want to see them as I fuck you."

  The younger girl nodded, moved sweat-soaked black hair out of her face, and opened her legs, her eyes on the approaching shaft.

  Emma gently entered her, easing the massive toy in as Rachel gasped and adjusted herself.

  Aubrey squealed next to her as Lydia's thighs pressed up against her ass, the entire strap-on buried deep inside her.

  Rachel took in a sharp breath. "Oh my god…" Her jaw trembled as Emma slowly began thrusting against her. Her face flushed red as they both picked up speed thrusting against each other, and a few light veins in her forehead became prominent.

  Aubrey put her face forcibly against the mattress, held on with white-knuckled hands, and squealed with each motion. Her thrusting was hard, fast, and desperate, her need to get off overwhelming.

  Each fucking their respective girl, Emma and Lydia shared a sadistic smirk.

  It didn't take long for the two girls' moans and whimpers to rise toward orgasm. Matching speeds, Emma and Lydia waited for just the right moment, when both girls were about to get off -

  - and they both pulled out at the same time.

  Aubrey whimpered unhappily.

  Rachel groaned. "I was just about to -"

  "Mistress," Emma interrupted.

  "Mistress, I was just about to get off…" Rachel breathed, struggling to recover her breath, her body still afire.

  "You'll get off when you've earned it," Emma replied. She and Lydia quickly unstrapped their harnesses and retreated to the nearest couch, sitting next to each other and leaning back.

  Rachel and Aubrey clambered forward desperately, taking up positions between their respective mistresses' legs.

  Emma and Lydia shook their heads, smirking - and the girls switched, Aubrey kneeling in front of Emma, and Rachel kneeling in front of Lydia.

  Each girl went to work without hesitation, licking their soaked, heated pussies with abandon.

  "You may masturbate while you lick," Emma told them, sighing with pleasure.

  Lydia ran a hand through Rachel's matted black hair, watching the girl's face as she immersed herself in pussy licking again - this time, rubbing herself desperately. The bliss on her face seemed almost spiritual. That was the thing she loved the most… and knowing that the girls were training their bodies to crave licking pussy, by masturbating while doing it. That thought spiked her pleasure immensely.

  Rachel gripped her left thigh with her free hand, really getting into it, her eyes on her mistresses'.

  "You know it's funny," Lydia breathed, caressing the girl's cheek. "I knew the moment I saw you in the bar that you'd end up here licking my pussy."

  Rachel's tongue sped up, and her eyes widened slightly. Her breathing changed, her right arm working furiously - and Lydia realized the girl was getting off in response to her comment.

  She smiled.

  Rachel trembled against her sex for a moment longer, coming hard; she slowed for a moment, but then resumed licking and rubbing herself, far too turned on to stop.

  To her left, Aubrey seemed purely animal, licking Emma and fingering herself in a frenzy. From her squeals and low moans, she seemed to be getting off every minute or two - but she showed no signs of slowing.

  Letting her pleasure build again, Lydia began rubbing her large breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples, making sure Rachel was watching. The girl responded with a grin, and began sucking her clit.

  With such stimulation, the incredible electricity shooting through her body reached an almost painful crescendo, and she was forced to scream. Arching her body up, she squeezed her breasts hard, amplifying the pleasure from Rachel's soft, sucking lips.

  Emma's hand softly caressed her tummy, and her orgasm exploded.

  All her muscles went solid, and she clenched her teeth against the mind-numbing bliss. She rode the rolling waves of white for what seemed like several minutes, Rachel's eager mouth keeping her riding high.

  Finally, her desperate breathing threatened to make her pass out, and she was forced to push the girl's head from between her legs.

  "God, so good…" she breathed, straining to recover her senses. She lay against Emma's shoulder as her girlfriend came to a panting orgasm herself.

  "Holy crap," Emma blurted, collapsing into the couch. "You two… go sixty-nine on the mattress. Your mistresses need a minute."

  Lydia nodded against her girlfriend's sweaty shoulder, her face running with heat. "Yeah, two minutes, even."

  Emma held her tight as their breathing slowed and their racing hearts calmed. "Greatest sex toys yet."

  "I know, right?"

  "What's her name - Rachel?" Emma waited for an affirmative nod. "She's like really into this. I think she might be a bigger lesbian than we are!"

  They shared a private laugh, and a few warm kisses.

  "And Aubrey," Emma continued. "She seemed reluctant at first…"

  Lydia's expression darkened. "I sort of forced her to do whatever I said, but still be conscious that she didn't want to… I've been making her eat pussy and stuff all night, trapped in her head, unable to stop."

  "Wow, that's… really hot. Sadistic, and hot."

  Lydia looked over at her jeans, where the locket lay buried. "It's also horrible. I've been going back and forth on it all night. I was going to make her forget everything, so she'd never know she was used as a lesbian sex toy…"

  They both turned to watch the mattress, where the two naked, sweaty girls rolled together, desperately grabbing at each other's ass cheeks, breasts against each other's tummies, mouths buried in each other's pussies, both moaning and sighing with frantic pleasure.

  "But that…" Emma thought aloud. "Is… so fucking hot…"

  "Reminds me of our first few times," Lydia whispered, kissing her girlfriend's cheek.

  "I remember," Emma smiled warmly. "We're still that passionate, you know."

  "Yeah, but we keep using all these girls…"

  "How about we have a few nights in this week? Just us two… just that."

  Rachel and Aubrey gripped each other's heads with their thighs as they grew nearer mutual orgasm.

  Lydia hugged her girlfriend tighter. "I'd like that."

  They sat for a moment, watching the incredible passion, listening to the rising moans.

  "What are you going to do about Aubrey's memory?"

  "I don't know… Rachel knows now, too, and… I'd feel bad, erasing her first time with women."

  "They seem really into each other. Maybe they'll date after this?"

  Lydia grimaced. "Aubrey's got a boyfriend."

  "Really? Where was he tonight?"

  "I don't know, he never showed up."

  "Well screw him then," Emma said. "Guarantee she's never had passion like this before, anyway. Turns me on, too, thinking about these girls fucking every night… two little lesbians, that we helped convert…"

  Lydia squirmed. "Turns me on, too. In fact, earlier I ordered some sorority bitch to go lick pussy at a lesbian bar bathroom until close - and two other girls to go home and have sex with each other…"

  "You've certainly been busy…" Emma's hand slid down her girlfriend's bare tummy, rubbing between her legs. "So the locket's fine for us to use, as long as we do it responsibly…"

  Lydia shook her head, confused for a moment. "But I… is that… what are we going to do with Rachel and Aubrey?"

  Emma eyed the two as they both tensed up and grasped at each other
, coming against each other's faces. "Let's… just keep them here for a bit, until we figure out what to do."

  "Okay…" she agreed, still a little confused, and unsure she was making the right choice. She wasn't sure how they'd gotten to that point, or when they'd agreed… and she was a little worried about where their behavior with the locket was going… but she was so turned on by the control and power…

  It took two weeks of sitting in the bookstore's coffee corner. Lydia watched the patrons for hours each day, like a predator waiting to pounce.

  Finally, her prey came by.

  She walked up behind Gwen quickly, using the locket. "Come with me."

  The gorgeous blonde blinked, suddenly finding herself somewhere unfamiliar. The book she'd been looking at was nowhere to be found… instead she found herself surrounded by metal bars, in a long, stark white room - lined with strange sexual instruments on the wall.

  To her right, two other girls waited in two separate cages - one brunette, one with black hair, roots showing from her aging dye job.

  "Where are we?" she asked, whispering. "How do we get out of here?"

  "Get out?" the brunette asked, smiling. "It's awesome here. Why would you want to leave?"

  The black-haired girl just smiled and watched her.

  A woman approached. Gwen regarded her with surprise. She recognized the woman's face, and her large chest, from their strange sexual encounter.

  "Hi Gwen," the woman said, her tone sharp. "I'm sure you're confused. Let me explain your situation: you're going to stay here for awhile, at least until we can train you right."

  "What the fuck is this?" the wispy blonde demanded. "I -"

  Her captor moved her hand into her pocket.

  Suddenly, Gwen found herself unable to speak. She wanted to, but her mouth refused for some reason. While she struggled to form words, only managing moans and squeals, the girls in the other cages laughed and gripped their bars, watching her struggle with excitement.

  Lydia grinned darkly. "This is going to be fun."

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  Lynn sighed as she clicked through the dating site’s list of potentials. Her eyes scanned the series of disappointing thumbnails for the third time in the last hour. There were good-looking men with some intellect, certainly, but they disappeared from the market quickly - often without explanation, even if she’d gone on a date or two with them.

  The rest of the men online seemed only slightly better than cavemen; their uncouth, incomprehensible, or desperate messages immediately earned a click from her ‘ignore’ button. In any case, her year of being single had worn her down into a repetitive habit of forlorn clicking.

  She clicked back to her own profile, wondering if her bad luck was due to something she’d written, or maybe her photos. Brunette, age twenty-eight (listed as twenty-six, of course), cute shoulder-length hair, nice cleavage if she did say so herself… she frowned, and wondered if she should go blonde…

  This, too, was a ritual she ran through a dozen times a day. She glanced at the clock briefly, noting she had fifteen minutes until work ended. She’d probably do this all again at least once more before quitting time.

  She looked around to see if any of her coworkers were free. They all seemed busy chatting away on their headsets with - she shuddered mentally every time she thought the word - customers. The only customers that ever called her company were the ones with complaints, and they were usually the lowest common denominator of the lowest of the low, often with a bonus tendency to shout and swear… she leaned her cheek on her curled hand and gazed around the cubicle farm in abject boredom and despair.

  Her eyes lit up as her inbox indicator changed from zero to one. She hovered her mouse over the button, relishing the moment. Even though it was probably a dud, every unsolicited message was like playing the lottery, and she enjoyed the rush. She waited a moment more, imagining and hoping at the possibilities, and then she clicked.

  You’re really cute.

  “Another winner,” Lynn grumbled at her monitor, before she looked at the sender’s picture. Her eyes widened as she realized her one-line disappointment had been sent by - a girl! She checked her profile and confirmed that she was still listed as ‘straight.’ Frowning, she clicked the female sender’s picture. Her profile was rather sparse, and listed her as straight, too…

  Hey there, said a sudden message box in the corner of her screen. Lynn silently cursed, only then remembering that the website notified people that were online when someone looked at their profile.

  Uh, hi, she wrote back after a moment, still wondering how the mix-up in messaging had happened. Lynn clicked through her pictures - the girl was at a bar or a party in every picture. She had short black hair, pale porcelain skin, a metal lip stud, and seemed to favor bright red lipstick. She was obviously from a scene Lynn herself had never really been a part of in college… how old was this girl, anyway? She clicked over, and her jaw dropped slightly.

  Like what you see?

  Lynn looked around at her coworkers, wondering if somebody had found her profile and was playing a prank on her, but nobody seemed to be paying attention.

  lol, what is this? Lynn wrote back. Are you really only twenty?

  Yeah, is that a problem? came the quick response.

  No, I mean, what’s a twenty year old girl doing messaging me?

  I think you’re cute, duh. Can’t you read?

  She sat back in her chair for a moment, confused. She’d tried to dance around the issue, tried to beat around the bush, but she could see this girl wasn’t the type to mince words. As was her habit when stressed, she unthinkingly stuck her tongue out to the side a little as she typed her very direct response.

  I mean we’re both straight, so what’s this about?

  What, can’t a girl think another girl is cute?

  Relieved, Lynn sighed. She felt a little bad for being so confrontational.

  Oh, ok. Thanks :)

  A moment passed before the girl’s response appeare
d.

  Sure. Want to hang out?

  Hang out? Lynn asked, surprised. Like what?

  I don’t know, a bar or a club, whatever. You do drink, right?

  Of course I drink! she wrote back, wondering how awkward it would be to hang out with a twenty-year old - and confused as to why she was even entertaining the notion. She still felt a little bad for questioning the girl’s intent, and she did feel complemented…

  Come on, it’ll be fun!

  Ok, alright, she gave in, surprising herself. But when and where specifically?

  Tonight around nine. What’s your number?

  Lynn messaged her cell number, still confused, surprised, and cautious.

  Cool, I’ll text you later!

  And with that, the girl logged off.

  Lynn sat motionless in her chair, stunned. She had absolutely no idea why she’d agreed to hang out with some random twenty-year old girl off the internet… if the girl was even a girl at all… she wasn’t really worried that it was secretly some old creeper, but it was still best to be cautious. But what if she was real? She’d agreed to go drinking with some strange young girl… probably down on campus, where she hadn’t been in years… and she hadn’t even gotten her name…

  Even worse than that, she hadn’t specified that their hanging out wasn’t a date.

  She looked at the clock, worried. What had she gotten herself into?

  And why, even with all these concerns, was she still a little bit excited?

  She chalked it up to her rather boring social life over the past year. An awkward adventure was still an adventure, and it’d be interesting to see campus again… maybe she’d even make a few friends. Still, her heart raced, and she bolted the moment the clock hit five.

  She tried to take a nap when she got home, in case she needed to stay out late, but a strange shaky nervousness gripped her chest. To keep herself occupied, she paced around her apartment, cleaning and adjusting everything in sight. The couch seemed to scream for dusting, the fridge needed cleaned out, the carpet needed vacuumed… eight o’ clock came calling, only to find her trying to apply makeup with trembling fingers. She glared back at the clock, wishing it would freeze, or skip forward - anything to alleviate her anxious energy.