Forced Lesbian Submission Books 1-10

by Adrian Amos

  I float backwards, and as I look down, I'm hovering past the railing and over the large foyer. I'm a good 10 feet off the ground and I yelp as my feet dangle in the air. Adrenaline rushes through me and my skin tingles as I'm suspended by my arms so high up. Eventually I float far enough back that I can see Rachel and Meg entwined in the living room.

  They don't notice me as Meg pushes Rachel's face down into her slit. Meg runs her nails down over the girl's back, stopping at her head and pulling her hair back, lifting her up. She plants her large lips on Rachel's, tasting herself as the girl gasps for air.

  I can feel my own juices drip down my legs and drop onto the floor near them. I swear I even see a few droplets of arousal land on them as I kick my feet. But the girls continue to ignore me.

  Annie sneaks up on me as I'm preoccupied and slips her fingers into me. The cold digits cause me to gasp, but I rein it in so as not to alert my friends below me.

  “Come on, Lacy, let me hear you moan for me.”

  She slides her fingers in and out, spilling my juices straight onto the floor far below as the liquid falls right through her incorporeal hand. My pussy is spread and dripping, landing on the unsuspecting girls below, who are so caught up in their love making that they probably think it is only sweat.

  But little do they know, I'm about to come all over them.

  Annie's fingers thrust into me, igniting an orgasm throughout my racking and immobile body, forcing my arousal and pleasure to splash all over my legs and my friends. I bite my lip, taking my moan in deep, not allowing my presence to be heard. I convulse and tremble in the air, excited and afraid that I might be dropped and fall the distance.

  As my body goes limp, Rachel continues to eat Meg out, oblivious to my enslavement above them. Meg screams out Rachel's name, climaxing into the girl's mouth, drenching her juices all over the brunette's face.

  Annie smirks. “Those two girls are really into each other. I might have done them the biggest favor of all.” She flicks my nipple, which feels like a gust of air tugging at me. “Don't worry: we'll give them a few more chances to see you come.”

  * * *

  Over the summer, the three of us spent most of our time in the house. After that night, none of us were interested in going out to meet guys. We were content with each other's company.

  Meg and Rachel spent every night for a while fucking their brains out, moaning and screaming as they brought each other to orgasm. I was surprised to find that they acted like it was a secret that I didn't know about. Rachel looked right at me as it was happening to her. How could I have not noticed? Even if I hadn't, those two bitches are so loud that I would've found out soon after anyway.

  When I told them I knew, they were embarrassed, but I admitted to them that I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to join them, to explore my sexuality with them, my best friends. They were hesitant for only a second, but when I forced my mouth on Rachel, it didn't take long for her to melt in my arms. Rather than be jealous, Meg was incredibly turned on by Rachel's submission to me, and we immediately dominated her right there in the kitchen, riding her face, spanking her, and fucking her in every hole. The only time we left the house was to buy toys to use on Rachel.

  From that point on, Meg and I took turns—and sometimes worked together—controlling and forcing Rachel to do whatever we wanted. Rachel's pussy loved every moment of it as we could barely get her clothes off before she was drenching her panties in juice.

  The girls, though, knew nothing about Annie. They didn't see anything that happened that night, nor did they see me interact with her after. As far as they knew, it was just the three of us playing together.

  But I made a promise to Annie. Even though we couldn't be together for real, I let her control and fuck me whenever possible. Sometimes she'd play with me while I was with the other girls, driving me to orgasm without them suspecting a thing. She loved to make me come in secret—she actually tried to get me found out, making me shake in my pants as the girls and I ate dinner or played games, but I spent a good deal of time mastering control so that I could come without giving myself away. She wanted to fuck me while no one suspected and see if I got caught. I played the game—whether I wanted to or not—but no one was the wiser.

  She'd also tie me to the bed and fuck me with the toys we bought for Rachel. While I was spending my time conquering Rachel, I was being hidden away in my room and conquered by Annie. The strange duality of dominating and then being dominated set my pussy ablaze. I spent equal time fantasizing about both.

  But today, Annie has a surprise for me. A gift, she said, as a way to combine all my pleasures.

  As I head over to the kitchen where I was told to wait, I run into Rachel, but no Meg.

  “Where's Meg?” I ask.

  “She was really tired all of a sudden, like she was about to faint, so she said she was taking a nap. But you only called me, right, Mistress?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, confused. I didn't call anyone.

  “You called me to the kitchen. I heard you from upstairs.”

  I'm bewildered, but before I can say anything, I see the unmistakeable shape of Annie descend into the kitchen. I watch as her airy body enters into Rachel, sending a shiver through the brunette as Annie settles inside her. Her eyes widen but shrink back down just as quickly.

  “My dear Lacy,” Annie says through Rachel as she coyly smiles.

  “Annie? What are you doing?”

  She steps up close to me. “My gift,” she says, “is a combination of life and death, dominance and submission.”

  She runs her hand up the side of my shirt. Her touch is both warm and cold, an incredible combination of the living Rachel and the ghost Annie. As she places her lips on mine, her breath enters me, a warm and cool concoction that dances in my mouth, creating a new unbearable pleasure.

  “Oh my God,” I utter. The unity of sensual warmth and the unique chill of my lover sends mixed signals throughout my skin, lighting me up with a desire for sex like I've never thought possible. All I can imagine is that mix entering my pussy and exploding me.

  “Come,” she says, taking my hand. “I'm going to grab some toys, and I'm going to fuck you with this little girl you like to use so much.”

  I reach out and touch her. For once, at least through Rachel, I can feel Annie.

  Noticing my touch, she says, “Maybe I'll even let you fuck me in return.”

  The thought that I can actually fuck Annie sends a shock wave through my tingling pussy. I squeeze my thighs as I prepare myself.

  “Maybe. It's not like the master ever likes to cede control to the slave.” She leads me to the bedroom, laughing.

  I finally realize, just as she already has, that there couldn't be a better way to completely own me.

  She's going to deny me—her submissive—a chance to fuck her, while fucking me with my own submissive.

  My pussy is already quivering.

  She knows exactly how to get to me.

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  About Adrian Amos

  I am a purveyor of smut. The dark kind of smut. It wasn't my original intent, at least. I sort of wandered into wanting to write something that fit my wife's tastes more. She's picky; I'm not sure if I've been as successful as I'd like at that.

  But now I've taken on the interest as my own. As much as I am obsessed with literature, it wasn't until I delved into the
dirty pages that I realized how much fun writing can be. I never wanted to work so hard in my life as I do now.

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  Maybe you can even offer up some suggestions on what type of smut you'd like to see. I might just take you up on it.

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