Forced Lesbian Submission Books 1-10

by Adrian Amos

  I turn back toward the stage and look at my phone, pretending like I just got a text or something. I can hear her grumbling behind me, but I pretend like I don't hear it. They're both about 5'7” or 5'8”, which is a good 5 or 6 inches on me, so the last thing I want is to get on the bad side of the girls standing right behind me.

  Her grumbling eventually dies down, and I stay focused on the stage in front of me. Eventually, Maclin comes on stage and the crowd erupts. Especially for Johnny Maclin, the lead singer, who's just fucking adorable. I don't know if anyone else would call him that―maybe hot or sexy―but I don't know, he's just adorable to me. He's got a gorgeous voice as well, and he shows it off by jumping into one of his ballads immediately.

  I put my arms in the air, and I feel at peace, relaxed, happy. All the good shit you'd feel when you're worries just float away. None of the stress of the long drive here, and none of the stress of what I should have been doing this weekend. It's all gone. I mean, except for the stress on my ears of the speaker blasting right in my face. But that's a stress I always look forward to when I come out to concerts. It's been a while; I know I'm going to be feeling the ringing in my ears for days after this one.

  A few songs in and they start spraying water on the crowd. I never notice how hot the crowd gets until that water hits me, and then I'm sitting there waiting for the spray to come back around.

  The big screen cameras come down and start shooting the crowd. I look up at the TV and can see large swathes of the audience cheering each time the camera passes over them. After a while of working the crowd, the camera comes down on my section in the front.

  I've never had one of these cameras focus on me, so I take the chance to raise my arms, shout and holler how much I love Johnny Maclin.

  As I look back up at the screen, I notice the two goth girls behind me cheering as well. But then, all of a sudden, they pull down their corsets and flash their breasts. I can feel them jumping up and down, shaking their tits behind me.

  That's not out of the ordinary; it's already happened a few times on the screen. But I've never had girls so close to me doing it before. I can see on the screen how smallish their tits are, with medium sized nipples and areolas. Their flesh is pink; incredibly light pink for the pale girl in black.

  Then they turn and kiss each other for the camera. The crowd erupts as the girls put on their best lesbian display. People are snapping photos around them.

  A sudden curiosity hits me, and I just want to turn around and see them. For some reason, I want to see their tits. I've never seen another girl's breasts, and I've never seen two people fondle each other in public. I have the feeling that it would be a totally different experience seeing it up close rather than looking at them up on the screen.

  I turn to look, knowing that they wouldn't notice me, being that they're locked, kissing, in an embrace.

  And they are tongue locked, running their hands over each other as they make out mere inches away from me. I look down and see their breasts, pale and perky, creamy and soft in their exposure to the outside world. Their nipples are hard, and the Purple girl pinches the Black girl's nipple―which is pierced with a ring―between her fingers, tugging on the loop, causing the Black girl to gasp and smile in between kisses.

  Her excitement travels to me, and I begin tingling in both my nipples and my pussy, feeling like my own nipple is being pinched and twisted. I wet my lips and bite them slightly. I want that to happen to me. I want soft fingers on my nipples, playing with them. I can even imagine a mouth sucking on them. The only person I can think of doing that to me would be Mary.

  I try to shake my thoughts. I don't think I've ever thought of Mary that way. She's my best friend.

  And I was right: I am not a sexual girl, but being that close to two people playing with each other is a massive turn on. The TV doesn't do it justice.

  The Purple girl notices I'm staring at their tits, and flicks her tongue at me, as if she'd give it to me if I asked. I'm suddenly embarrassed, being caught eye-fondling and fantasizing. I roll my eyes at her and turn back toward the barrier in front of the stage.

  I need to get my mind off of it. I go back to cheering, raising my arms and shouting out my lungs. As I look back up at the screen, I notice the two goth girls close in on me.

  They reach around my waist. I can feel their hands on me as I look at the screen, this strange disconnection with what is happening to me and what I see. It's almost as if I'm looking at it happening to someone else.

  They grab the band of my shirt and lift, grabbing my bra on the way up, exposing my breasts to the cameras. It's all caught on screen: two girls forcing my nudity for thousands of people to see.

  “Stop it!” I shout. I reach my hands down as fast as I can to try and pull my shirt back down, but the girls are far stronger than me, and I struggle with even getting my shirt down an inch. I'm exposed for another good 5 seconds before they finally relent and let me pull my shirt down.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout, turning to face my attackers.

  They pull their corsets up and cover themselves again. “Oh, you can't have a little fun,” the Purple one says. More like yells; nothing is said in this din of chaos and deafening noise. Even yelling, it all sounds like whispering.

  “Yeah, lighten up a little,” the Black girl says.

  “I don't got to do fucking shit!” I say, angry as all hell.

  “Hey, bitch, you got see our show. It's only fair we get to see yours,” says the Purple girl.

  “It ain't my fault you're two sluts looking for attention. Fuck off!”

  I turn away from them and put my hands on the railing, steadying myself and my anger. Not only was I exposed, but it felt even more so since my nipples were still hard from watching them fondle each other. I look up, and the cameras are no longer focused on us. I doubt anyone noticed my nipples, but I did, and it pisses me off.

  I don't know why I turned away; like they'd give up that easy. I feel their hands press down on mine, grabbing my wrists, sticking me to the railing.

  I try to pull my hands away, to no avail. “Hey, get the fuck off me!”

  “Bitch, mind your manners. You're lucky we didn't pull your shirt off over your head and throw that shit to the crowd.”

  My heart skips and I swallow hard. I didn't even think of that. The thought of being exposed and not being able to cover myself scares the shit out of me. And then there's having to walk through the crowd of thousands of wandering hands while trying to protect myself? It's horrifying. I calm down for a second, trying to relax. I don't say anything; I don't know how to respond. It's a threat, but I'm happy and grateful it didn't happen. I feel like I'd rather hear them talk instead of hearing myself think.

  “Yeah, that makes you think twice, doesn't it? Doesn't mean we couldn't do it right now if we wanted to.”

  “What do you want?” I ask, no more intent on yelling.

  “I want to know why the fuck you're rolling your eyes at us?” the Purple girl asked.

  I swallow. “You flicked your tongue. I'm not interested.”

  “Why not? You afraid of lesbians?” the Black girl asked.

  “You're lesbians?” I ask. They were putting on a show; I didn't know they were actually lesbians.

  “Yeah, you got something against that?”

  “No,” I say, “You just made me uncomfortable.”

  The Purple one turns toward the Black one and smiles, “Probably because she was getting turned on.”

  I shake my head, “No, I wasn't. I'm not gay.”

  The Purple one takes her free hand and puts it under my shirt.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, panicking.

  She grabs my bra and lifts it again, then grabs one of my nipples and twists it. I flinch and gasp. I find it impossible not to get immediately turned on by something I just imagined happening a minute ago. She rocks my nipple back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, pinching with slight pressure.

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p; “How about now, beautiful?” she asks, “You turned on now?”

  “No,” I say, unable to admit anything to these bitches, “Leave me alone. I'm not gay.”

  “She really does seem to have something wrong with being gay,” Black says.

  “We'll see about that,” Purple retorts, “Come here.”

  Purple let go of my nipple, but they both keep their hands on my wrists, binding me to the railing. They shift so that they're directly behind me, crowding over me. They seem to be covering me, blocking me from the crowd's view.

  I feel Black reach her hand under my skirt and grab my ass, and then I feel Purple reach under my ass, and from behind, run her hand over my panties, caressing my pussy through the cotton. I'm already slightly wet from before, so her finger finds the moistness easily and begins applying pressure.

  I try to move my hands, but I'm just not strong enough. I try to squeeze my thighs to crush her hand, but it doesn't do anything to deter Purple from running over my slit. Both girls are pushing up against me and pushing up against each other. I can feel both their bodies up against my ass, crushing into me.

  “Stop it!” I say.

  “I think she's enjoying it,” Purple says, “It took her a little while to say stop.”

  My knees start to shake a little as they fondle me from behind. It's hard to think and respond when my body is tensing from the pleasure. Almost outside of my control, my hips start to thrust, pushing her fingers and my panties deeper inside me.

  I hear her giggle, but she pulls her fingers away. I then feel something sharp and metal graze the skin on my ass, though it doesn't cut me. Then as it goes up and under the band of my underwear, I notice it's a blade. She just pulled a knife on me! I freeze, but it doesn't take long for Purple to cut both bands away, freeing my underwear from me.

  I look back and notice her put her knife away and stuff my panties into her dress.

  She puts her head close to my ear, and says―in what amounts to a whisper in this noise―“I think your panties would make a good trophy for this lesbian.”

  Before I can respond, she sticks her hand back under me and inserts two fingers into my pussy. I squeeze my thighs again, but this time as the pleasure builds up inside me. It feels so fucking good. It crosses my mind how this beautiful girl is dominating the shit out of me, and I squeeze my thighs even harder in response.

  But then I look up and see Johnny Maclin singing. He's looking right at me, smiling and nodding his head. He's basically the only one who can see what's going on from this angle. He puts two fingers in a V around his mouth and flicks his tongue between them. He's watching me get molested by these two girls, and he's smiling!

  A flush rises to my face, and a strength I didn't have before broke their grips, letting me escape. I turn and rush through the crowd, bouncing off people as I try to flee my prison. I look back but don't see them. I keep running until I hit the outer edge.

  I stop and catch my breath.

  My mind is racing. I can't believe he just watched me, watched it happen to me. I clench my fists. I idolized the guy, the son of a bitch. I guess it's not how I imagined him.

  Fuck him. Right now, I gotta get out of here. I'm soaking, and it's going down my legs since I don't have any panties on to catch it, since that psycho cut them off.

  I trek through the grass that's now been ground into a muddy mess from thousands of boots. I walk carefully, trying not to slip, all the way to the enclosed grass parking lot. There's no one around, just hundreds of cars lined up. Everyone's still at the concert. It's dark with few lights, just an outer glow from streetlamps near the lot.

  The cars are packed tightly as I wind my way through to my own car. My mind wanders to the fingers that were inside me, that were fucking me against the railing. I see the hard nipples, the ring pierced through that begged to be tugged on. The pleasure was intense. I wanted it, in the middle of the crowd, in front of so many people. I'm almost ashamed I stopped it.

  But he was just staring at me, and I realized how silly I was at that moment to let it happen to me, to let those girls control me, to enjoy it. I felt like a slut.

  But my thoughts are stopped short as I feel a hand grab my shoulder. I'm spun around and pushed against the hood of the nearest car.

  It's Purple. “Where are you going?” she asks. Black is right behind her.

  I'm surprised they came after me. But I'm not shocked, I'm not scared. I can't think straight, my thoughts are conflicted.

  “You got no smart ass remark to say now?” she asks.

  I swallow, and shake my head. I think about what she's going to do to me. There's no one around, no one to see. I look her into her eyes, her mischievous thoughts pouring through her pupils. They shouldn't have done that to me, but I didn't want it to stop. I don't know what to say, so I just stay quiet, hoping they make the decision for me.

  She pushes a hand up my leg and lifts my skirt. My pussy is bare. Her hand continues until it hits my pussy, where she slides a finger up to my clit. I unconsciously spread my legs a little, giving her more room to work.

  Purple looks at Black and smiles at her. “Come with us,” she says. She takes my elbow and helps me up, but I don't resist. I walk with them, nervous with anticipation. They're about to fuck me, and I can't say no.

  They bring me over to a car and open up the back door. Purple ushers me in as Black enters from the other side. Purple follows me in and closes the door. I'm surrounded by two goths, one on each side of me.

  Purple turns to me and says, “We like you, we really do. You're kind of feisty, and we think you'd enjoy exploring yourself with us.”

  Black places her hand on my thigh, “It's true. You're a very pretty girl. We like to experiment with pretty girls, even when they're hesitant to be around lesbians.”

  Purple's hand hits my knee and now I have a hand trailing up each leg. They scrape along my inner thighs, nails tickling my sensitive skin. They pull me apart, spreading my legs wide and pulling me forward so my pussy comes off the back of the seat.

  Black keeps one hand on my thigh as she keeps me spread and places her other hand on my pussy, running her fingers up and down my slit.

  “You're right,” she says, “She is very wet.”

  Her fingers slide easily up and down, and then they move in and out just as easily. They keep running their nails over the inside of my thighs, causing this light, torturous sensation that makes me shift my ass back and forth.

  “Kiss me,” says Purple.

  I turn toward her and study her purple lips. She licks them, and I dip in to kiss her, but she pulls back at the last second. “Come on, keep coming,” I move my head closer, feel my lips touch hers, but she pulls away again. “Come on, come get it, beautiful.” I inch closer, but she stays just out of reach. I can't move much further without interrupting the fingers inside me.

  Just as I feel like giving up, Purple grabs the back of my head and shoves her face into mine. She's aggressive, licking and biting my lips. She pulls my hair back and lifts my shirt, diving in and sucking on my nipple. My head is pinned back as she eats my tits and Black fingers my pussy.

  Black comes off the seat and bends down between my legs. She begins to flick her tongue between my lower lips, while at the same time going back to thrusting her fingers inside me. Purple lifts my shirt over my head and throws my bra into the front seat.

  I'm at their mercy. I let myself into their car. I let the girls who forced me in the concert to have their way with me in the safety of their own vehicle. I want to feel stupid for doing it, but I can't. I just want them to fuck me.

  “It feels so good,” I gasp.

  Purple brings her knee over and straddles me, staying up high so Black can still eat me out. She reaches down and pull her dress over her head. Her nipples are also pierced, but this time with studs. She leans forward and presses her nipple into my mouth. My tongue circles her soft flesh, tipping the cold metal.

  I can see Black undress herself as she pu
lls away from me. She pulls down Purple's panties along the curve of her ass and eats her out from behind. I look up to see her Purple's eyes closed. She's moaning, absorbing the pleasure of two mouths on her. I get an image of her pushing me against the railing, the thought of this girl straddling me after forcing me at the concert. I get angry, but all I want to see is her pretty face cum, as if it were pain, as if I were getting vengeance on her.

  I reach down under her and shake my hand over her clit, while grabbing her lower back with my other hand and pulling her body into me. Black notices and pushes a few fingers inside of Purple and a few fingers inside of me. She starts thrusting, driving Purple's slender body into mine. I reach up and pull Purple's hair, stretching her neck out. She grunts as I pull on her nipple with my teeth.

  “Uh, fuck me,” she says. I dip further down and slip two of my fingers into her pussy, holding them there as Black keeps thrusting with hers. I hook my palm around her clit and grab her, pulling forward with my hand. Black and I are sharing Purple's pussy. Black dives her face in, flicking her tongue between Purple's ass cheeks.

  With the anal feast, bitten nipples, and four fingers inside her, Purple moans with such force, it seems enough alone to drive her into ecstasy. Her body tenses from an orgasm, and as I see her spasm, I pull on both her hair and her pussy harder, biting her nipple and pulling it erect.

  Not much vengeance when your victim doubles over, breathing hard and twitching as her muscles continue feeling the aftershock of an orgasm.

  Instead of getting off me, she pulls me down and lays me across the seat, still straddling me. “You're not getting away just yet,” she says, “I had my turn. Sit on her face.”

  As Purple backs up, Black straddles me as well, facing backwards, sticking her ass over my face. She reaches back and spreads her cheeks apart. “I like my ass licked,” she says.

  I'd never done anything like that before, but I am more than willing to try it out. As I stick my tongue out, she sits back, and my tongue tickles her back entrance. The taste isn't that bad, no where near as bad as I would have imagined. I lick it, penetrating with my tongue as she grinds into my face. I can hear them kissing as Black and Purple straddle me. She pulls on my nipples as she rides me. I can feel Purple's soaking wet pussy grinding on my stomach.