Forced Lesbian Submission Books 1-10
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I feel a sudden brush of my skin, like a hand passing over me. I turn around but see no one. Rachel and Meg are already off looking around the house.
The door's closed. Was it just a gust passing by me?
“Hey, did you guys find the A/C yet?” I yell out.
“Yeah,” Rachel calls out.
Okay, that makes sense: I just felt the A/C turn on.
“Just let me turn it on.” A rumble of a motor goes on and the sound of air pushing from the vents settles the room.
It wasn't even on yet? What did I feel? I rub my arm, feeling the goosebumps prickle me only where I was touched.
I forget about it as Rachel, Meg, and I move all of stuff into the house. We're giddy with excitement. Away from college, away from everyone else, this is really the first time we've ever truly been on our own. I can feel their energy match mine as we concoct all the different shit we can do, all the trouble we can get into. We can explore the nearby towns and pick up guys.
But something calls to us within the house. It might have just been that we spent all day driving for ten hours to get here, but we really want to stay in and have a girl's night, like a sleep over.
Rachel makes us enchiladas for dinner while Meg and I cook up some popcorn and set up some movies in the living room. The living room is large with couches outlining a Persian rug in the center. It looks like it was once a fire room, where people would sit around the fireplace and read or talk. But now it just sat around a 70” plasma TV, giving an amazing sense of old-world comfort meets the modern world. I curl up with a blanket on the love seat as Meg and Rachel share the longer couch.
The house is creepy, and we all feel it. It is oddly dark: even with all the lighting, it seems like there are crevices where the light doesn't reach. Part of that could be that we're so far away from town that looking outside garners nothing but pitch-black darkness. There's no ambient light filtering in, so it makes us feel alone, but that also makes us feel cozy as we sit next to the TV like a crackling fire.
We pop in a horror movie because creepiness begs for horror.
As the movie starts up, I dig into my popcorn. The butter gets all over and I reach down to rub it on my pants—which is a horrible habit of mine—only to remember that I'm only wearing my panties and a baggy t-shirt from one of my ex's. I've got to be comfortable for my pajama party, after all. I don't want to grease myself up, so I just rub my hand on my blanket and keep eating.
Suddenly, I feel something pass under my blanket and graze against my thigh, where I was thinking about rubbing my hand. I jolt in my seat as my sensitive skin is tickled by the sensation. The girls look at me.
“It's not even scary yet, Lacy,” Meg teases.
I nod, but I feel like something scary just happened really quick. I put the bowl of popcorn down next to the sofa, drop my legs over the seat, and look under my blanket. Nothing. The A/C is off, so there isn't much of a draft moving around in the house. It's actually pretty cozy and comfortable right now.
So what the hell did I just feel?
I try to focus on the TV, but as I lose myself in the movie, a sensation begins to creep up my ankles. Very light, very tender, slightly cool, moving along my skin at a slow pace. As it crosses over my knees and makes me shiver, I look under my blanket again and see nothing. The feeling stops as I look under, but as I go back to the TV, it starts up again in a moment.
I don't know what I'm feeling exactly, but it doesn't feel bad. I don't know if my brain is playing tricks on me, but I try to keep my mind off of it. Slowly it pushes against my thighs, brushing past them, sending signals up my body and making my stomach knot.
It actually feels pretty fucking good at the moment.
It continues moving up, and right as the teenagers in the movie start having sex in the creepy cabin, the feeling traveling up my legs converges on my pussy, pushing against my panties like a hand firmly controlling me. I give out a tiny moan from the tingle pressing on my clit.
Meg looks over at me, but I play it off like I'm clearing my throat. She goes back to the movie and I squeeze my legs together, trying to control whatever is happening to my body.
But I can't, and just as if I never closed my legs at all, I feel the pressure begin to move up and down my slit. It feels like my pussy is splitting open as my panties are pushed into me, but I can't see it with the blanket over me, and I'm afraid to check with my friends right next to me. I lick my lips and begin to breathe heavily.
I feel a pinpoint pressure push into my pussy, almost like something trying to insert itself into me. I swallow, and looking at the girls, pull my blanket up to my neck, feeling self-conscious about my pussy suddenly becoming wet with them in the room.
But as my blanket settles above my chest, I feel the sensation start to move up my body. It stays on my pussy, still pressing, still spreading me, but I feel it also move up my stomach and under my shirt. As it crosses my chest, it splits in two, traveling toward my tits. They cross over my mounds and circle around my nipples.
Then they close, like pinches, pulling my nipples from my body and standing them erect. Like hands kneading me, I feel my tits getting massaged, the soft flesh molded by firm pressure.
Something is touching me. Something is touching my body, touching my pussy and my nipples, trying to turn me on and make me wet. But there is nothing under my blanket that I can see.
I can't explain the feeling, but I don't want it to stop. I hold the blanket under my neck as I reach down and pull my panties just barely off my ass, exposing my pussy to the air under my blanket.
The pressure falls off me as I move my panties but immediately comes right back, this time pressing against my bare slit. I can feel my pussy moisten at the contact, enjoying the invisible pressure playing with my naked mound.
Cold air crosses my neck, pulsing like breath, and I turn my head away. It moves up my jaw and next to my ear.
“Lacy.” I hear my name whispered in a sweet and beautiful voice.
What the fuck was that?
Something slowly guides my head back toward the center of the room. “Open your eyes,” the woman's voice whispers, “and watch.”
I open my eyes to see my friends sitting on the couch. Even though the blanket blocks their view, I'm suddenly embarrassed to see them there while my panties are down to my thighs and my pussy is soaking the couch. I try to close my legs but a force is holding them open, so I release and my legs slowly relax and open themselves.
But my embarrassment fades as I notice Meg's eyes glaze over. I can tell something's happened to her because she's no longer watching or laughing along with the movie. Her red hair is draped to her shoulders and no longer has that lively bounce of her continuous and fidgety motion. She seems relaxed.
Meg is never relaxed. She always off-the-walls crazy.
Her hand moves over to Rachel, who's eating popcorn and sitting in her t-shirt and short-shorts.
“Keep watching, precious,” the voice says, simultaneously pushing on my open slit, gliding what feels like a finger along the slickness until it pushes into my pussy. It goes in deep, rubbing my walls as I moan in my seat.
But neither of them notices my moan. Meg's hand is already caressing Rachel's thigh and Rachel turns toward Meg.
“What are you doing?”
Meg doesn't respond. She reaches over and takes the bowl of popcorn from Rachel, dropping it on the ground and scattering the kernels everywhere.
The brunette is stunned as Meg leans over and kisses her on the lips.
A pulse runs through me as my two best friends kiss. I've never thought of myself as gay, but I have thought about what their lips would taste like. Meg has very plump, wide lips, and I've heard assholes joke about them as Dick Sucking Lips. Rachel, on the other hand, is such a stoic beauty—the most beautiful of the three of us—and even though she can be cold and rational, everything about her seems soft and dainty, like she'd be the biggest push over in bed. I might just be right about that.
Rachel's eyes go wide as Meg falls back on top of her, pushing her down on the couch. Rachel is about to speak again but stops short as Meg wraps a hand around her throat. She pulls up Rachel's shirt with the other hand and searches for a nipple to put in her mouth. She finds her mark and the brunette squirms as the big lips take in her tiny pink nub.
It's like I don't exist, neither of them acknowledging me as Meg ravishes Rachel on the couch mere feet from me. She's fierce, aggressively dominating and attacking Rachel's small body, choking and licking her as she tears her shorts from her body.
The redhead then picks her up and throws her onto the rug face down, straddling over her bare ass as she slaps it in all it's fleshy glory. She reaches between the brunette's legs and slides a hand between her upside down lips.
At this moment, struggling against the girl riding her, Rachel looks over to me. Her eyes widen as she realizes that I'm watching the whole thing.
As if something is sending a message, my blanket is yanked from my body, and Rachel gets the perfect view of my glistening pussy between my spreading knees. It looks like I'm masturbating to her submission, but I haven't touched myself yet, and I blush at the confusion. But that message is enforced as I feel the presence push itself deep inside me, forcing a moan from my pursed lips.
Rachel seems even more embarrassed than myself as she pushes up with her arms, lifting her upper body and trying to escape. Meg leans forward and grab's Rachel's shirt, pulling it over her head. She moans as her perfect tits are freed from their confinement, and she's pushed back down to the rug as Meg lies on top. I feel my juices build and I can't help but touch my slit as I watch Meg force Rachel down. Something is already opening me up, but as I insert my own fingers, I can't feel anything there, and my fingers enter my spread pussy without resistance. My fingers and the presence occupy the same hole and I get a sensation of being double penetrated, the cold air filling me with as much strength as I fill myself, pulling me open as I slide my fingers in and out.
I can hear my pussy slosh as I vigorously finger fuck it.
"That's a good girl. Keep touching yourself, Lacy." A shiver runs down me as I stop. The voice is so clear now that I can easily place the woman's voice. A woman's voice I know. Or knew once.
"Annie?"
Suddenly, the air in front of me shifts and turns, and where nothing stood now kneels a pale blonde girl in a white nightie. Ghastly in appearance, Annie smiles a warm smile at me in an effort to calm me, but it doesn't distract me enough from noticing her hand up my shirt twiddling my nipple, and her other hand between my thighs piercing my engorged lips. My breath catches in my throat as I take it in.
My dead cousin is finger fucking me! Maybe I was naive in passing it off as my body reacting on it's own. Pretending that's what it was made a lot more sense to me. It is one thing to have an invisible force playing with my body, but it's a totally different thing to have a face attached to it.
And a face I'm related to at that.
"Holy shit!" I finally say, bolting from my seat, stumbling backwards over the couch. I pull my soaked panties up, feeling the squish as the two wet spots collide, and run up the stairs. I swear I can feel her on my neck as I ascend and dart into my bedroom. I lock the door and back onto my bed, keeping my eyes glued on the door for any movement.
It felt amazing having that cold presence inside me. All I can think about is the draft over my nipples and the pressure inside me as I was being penetrated. It lights me on fire, but even wanting more, deep down I know I was being violated and shouldn't abide by it. It's not what normal people do. They don't get forcibly fucked and let it keep going. They stop it however they can and run the hell away.
I know it's the only sane reaction there is, but why do I feel like I made a mistake stopping my cousin? Why am I stuck thinking about her fingers inside me? The chill of her body over mine is like something I've never felt before. It's a unique lust, contrary to the warmth of everyone else I've ever been with. I feel a yearning for it, so much so that I walk toward the door and mindlessly unlock it.
As I step back, the door creeps open, and Annie stands on the other side, waiting for me.
“Lacy.” Her voice is warm again, a sensation that makes me tingle in contrast to her cold breath.
“I saw what you did to Meg. Did you possess her and make her do that to Rachel?”
“No, my dear Lacy. I could have, but I didn't. I just wanted to distract them away from us. I merely ignited her lust, helped her remove her inhibitions, and she took over, acting out her desire for her friend. It was her own choice."
I scoff. "I never knew Meg to have any inhibitions. She normally does whatever she wants, especially sexually. That girl's an open book.”
I pause for a second and think about the implications. “Did she really want to have sex with Rachel?"
"Come see." I follow her out to the balcony and look over the railing and down into the living room. "I'm here with you, no longer acting on her."
They're still on the rug, but where I left Meg straddling over Rachel and forcing herself on her, I now see them holding each other, trading passionate tongue kisses as Meg feasts on Rachel's nipple, ravishing them like a hungry animal looking for milk. They grind their pussies as they moan their ecstasy into each other's mouths.
My own pussy pulses watching my best friends fuck each other like lovers, having never envisioned it before but wishing I had, as the sight is one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. Their muscles clench and grip as they hold each other, taken in the moment of exploring their bodies, they both lie naked in the middle of room, most likely aware they're being watched but making love as if none of it matters.
My own body begs me to go down there and join them, starting a whole new type of relationship. Rachel, especially, is so beautiful that the vision that is her perfect, soft body bending to Meg's powerful will makes me desire my own interest in dominating her, as if she were a submissive slut to be passed around between us.
I feel Annie's cold finger press against my newly moistened clit. "You want them, don't you?"
I nod, unable to speak as her finger pushes home against my panties. A surge of electricity blasts through me as my hips begin to quake.
“I loved you when I was alive. Did you know that?” She whispers into my ear.
I shake my head. “No, I thought you hated me.”
“I was too scared of you. You are so pretty—you always had a boyfriend—that I was afraid to tell you my true feelings.” Her cold breath grazes my neck and I twitch.
“So that means you're not angry that I'm here at your house?”
“No, it's what I wanted all along.”
I reach for her hand but I pass right through it. "I can't touch you?"
A mournful look passes over her, somehow making her ghostly figure sadder than before. "Unfortunately, our chance to be together has passed."
I never wanted to know her when she was alive. I did everything I could to avoid her and her contemptuous looks. Or so I thought. But the sound of her voice is the saddest thing I've ever heard, like a dirge of unrequited love, and I wish more than anything we didn't miss that chance. Her desire for me makes me desire her.
“All I ask is that you stay here for a while and let me pleasure you like I always dreamed.”
“But—“
“Just sit back and relax, cousin. Let me take care of you.”
Annie reaches into my panties and—like an ice cube pressing against my clit—strums me with her ethereal finger. Cold air rushes over me as she pushes her other hand up my stomach, cupping my tit and twisting my nipple, causing me to lean forward and grip the railing, steadying myself as the apparition plays with me. The sensation is mind blowing as the chill of her touch excites my body to a degree a living
body can't. The heat of breath and body—something I've always cherished as sensual—is nothing compared to the pressurized essence passing over me.
My supernatural cousin spins me around and pushes my ass up against the railing. The only frustrating aspect of it all is that when I try to reach and grab her shoulders, I pass straight through her form. I'm being fondled by something I can neither control nor guide, making me feel somewhat helpless. I bring my arms back and grip the railing hard, using it as leverage as Annie brushes over my body.
Without using her hands, as if by an invisible force, my panties begin to slip down my legs. After they fall to the floor, my legs are gently pulled apart, spreading me open for my cousin to take my glistening pussy in her mouth. Her damp tongue both pushes against my slit and moves through it, both licking and penetrating me at the same time. Not so much saliva but condensation begins to build on my thighs, the cool water soaking my skin as the moisture calms my heated loins.
The phantom energy lazily lifts my shirt, exposing my taut flat stomach, sliding over my tits and pert nipples. My arms are pulled upwards as I let go of the railing, and my shirt is pulled over my head and up my arms. The shirt stops at my wrists and starts to tie itself off, binding my wrists together as they hang high over my head.
Once tightened, I'm slowly hoisted in the air by my arms. Restrained and naked, I float a few feet off the ground, shocked at my cessation of control. I'm unsure if I can't move or won't move, but I make no effort as my cousin floats up to me.
“This should make it easier to bind you.” It's as if she summons a wind to drop over me, hardening my nipples and prickling my skin. “Whenever you came by my house for family gatherings, I'd sit in my room and fantasize about tying you up and fucking you until you begged for more, until you couldn't live without my touch.”
“Right now, that's all I want.” I sigh as Annie pulls on both of my nipples.
She smiles, almost ready to giggle. “You think you do, but you don't know true desire yet. I'll make you ready to die to be with me.”