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Condition in Submission

Dominated by the Evil of a Woman

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The day should have been normal – very normal, in fact. Holly had slept in until a reasonable yet fair time, gone to an exercise class, had a nice lunch and done all the very normal things that a blonde bombshell (hell yeah, she knew it and was damn well proud of it too) had in her life. She didn't want for anything, not really, with her well-off parents but she wasn't going to worry about making ends meet. Truly, she was a young woman who didn't know what it meant to be under any kind of hardship, although that was, in a way, what made her a target for those who were just a little less fortunate.

But it was not her money that lured Kelly in, the woman who had welcomed her into the 'big city' with open arms and shown her the way of things taking her well and truly under her wing. Kelly had even gone above and beyond to treat Holly right, or as right as a lady could treat her friend without being suspected of being something more, for that could have all kinds of repercussions for a businesswoman in the world of work, regardless of how the times had moved on. But some could have their little whispers and nasty looks too as long as Kelly got to go about just as she pleased, getting everything that she wanted to and more right there along the way.

And she intended to, setting up Holly just right as they went about their business in the hair salon – a girl's day out where Holly was just getting a bit of curl and lift and bounce set into her luxuriously blonde hair and Kelly was changing her entire look. Brunette became a striking curtain of black hair that cascaded down to the middle of her black, her friend cooing and laughing and clapping as if Kelly was the most gorgeous woman that she'd ever seen. She accepted the ride back from yoga later in the week without thinking and, truly, why should she have had anything at all to worry about at that point in time? Kelly was her friend and her carefully styled eyebrows conveyed an air of command and soft sensuality, not the brusque harshness that simmered just beneath the surface, craving a deeper nuance of control than Holly could have ever dreamed of. No, she didn't know what Kelly had purchased, what she had in store and what she was lining up to use, the wheels of her plan well and truly in motion.

Coming back from yoga proved simple, the street lights flashing by above in a streak and a glow of artificial illumination. But they were hardly enough to really show what was going on in the car as Kelly pulled up at the side of the road, making up some excuse about the car driving strangely, something dangerous – yes, that was it. Holly had urged her to stop and, from there, it had almost been too easy for Kelly to press the thickly dosed rag of chloroform over her mouth, holding her firm and tight until her frenzied struggles ceased, weakening steadily against her until Holly was knocked unconscious, good and truly. No one would be looking for her, living alone, and she would be long gone by the time her rich mommy and daddy came onto the side, in pearl necklaces and dabbing at eyes with expensive handkerchiefs, lamenting the loss of their daughter and pleading for her safe return. It would be a show and, well, no one else in the whole wide world had to know that Kelly would be the one to show their daughter what life was all about, treating her just as she needed to and deserved to be treated.

Smirking, Kelly winked at her reflection in the mirror, hair loose behind her shoulders with a single strand curling down alongside one eye as if it had to be roguishly out of line. Sometimes things were like that. Holly breathed slowly and evenly in the passenger seat, hanging limp in her seat belt, as Kelly pulled away from the kerb again as if nothing untoward had even happened.

Everything was going according to plan.

*

Holly woke slowly, swimming up through a fog that may well have seemed as if she was hung over, although she, of course, had not had anything to drink. She swam to the surface through a sea of thick sludge, the claws of it sinking into her skin and striving to drag her down. And yet she still had the energy to break through into the waking world with a shuddering gasp that, if in another situation entirely, could have been mistaken for the death rattle of one who had passed on into the next life. Everything was wrong, however, so very wrong and even a drugged and helpless woman with her ponytail wound up too tightly behind her head, digging into her skull, could tell that.

The bedroom was unfamiliar but, somehow, she knew that it was Kelly's bedroom. Maybe it was the picture of the two of them on the bedside table that wavered into focus that gave it away but Holly had always fancied herself as very intuitive, a bit of a sleuth and detective all rolled into one. But that did not matter. All that mattered as her chest rose and fell sharply for rasping pants of breath was that she knew she was in Kelly's bedroom, on Kelly's bed and rolling around in what had to be...

Holly whimpered, closing her eyes and shaking her head, although it was a simplistic, childish sort of motion that wasn't about to get her any sort of results in the slightest. For she could hardly move with her hands pinned down to her sides, a rope harness intricately crossing her torso in simple yet effective bondage. It was not smooth and soft like what they sold in the flirty shops amongst frilly lingerie but more something that may have been found for camping or DIY: strong and coarse and designed to do a job. There was no pattern in it that denoted a pretty design, the rope effectively drawing her wrists down to her sides, the knots out of reach of her fingers regardless of how much she wriggled and stretched them. Her ankles, however, were spread with a bar between them, the O-rings of the bar also knotted into the rope bondage, which ran down her legs to allow her ankles to be so restrained too.

Naked. She shuddered. How could she have not considered the fact that she was naked? But that did not register all that strongly in her in comparison to the plug rammed up into her pussy, seeming far too large and too deep for a cunt that had never even felt the touch of a man – not in that way. A chastity belt completed the ensemble, not allowing any sensation bar that of the plug to grace her sensitive, womanly folds, let alone the throbbing nub of her clit that could not help but respond to the device and inner stimulation as if she was ramping up and readying herself to have a little fun. The leather was smooth and unyielding, but removing it was a moot point and thought when her hands were so securely bound, twisting, grasping fingers useless in their current position.

Breathing heavily, she rolled her head from side to side, rocking back and forth and from side to side as if that would allow her to move but toppling off the bed didn't seem too favourable an option either as Kelly entered in the nick of time, a sadistic smirk on her face.

She no longer looked like Holly's Kelly. She didn't look like that Kelly one bit.

“Glad you're awake, princess," Kelly purred, her hair drawn back into a domineering ponytail. “I thought that hungry little pussy of yours needed some attention. Do you like it? Oh, I know you do!"

“What... Wh-what..."

But she could barely get out her words as she blubbered, sinking back down into the bed as much as was physically possible. Kelly only clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth without an ounce of sympathy, patting Holly's leg in the moment before her lips curled back into that grin, the woman simply unable to hide her joy at winding her friend up into such a divinely decrepit situation.

“Okay, okay – I can come clean!"

Holding up her hands, Kelly posed for her confession, eyes cast skyward as if looking to the divinity of a higher power of some kind.

“It's... Oh, Holly! Do you not see how everyone looks at you? How I look at you? I knew right from the beginning that I had to have you but you need a little more pushing than most, something really special lined up before you'd spread those sexy little legs for me. And you're going to have so much here, Holly, right up to the point where you're begging to shove your face between my legs, dripping in my juices. Doesn't that sound nice, Holly? Being turned well and truly into a good submissive slut? I really do think it's your calling in life, I do!"

Holly gaped but there was only a fraction of a second there for such a look before her lower lip trembled in horror, the wobble so pitiful that, if she had not had a cold, hard heart, Kelly may well have felt sorry for her. But all she could think about then was just how wonderfully Holly's cunt must be clenching at that moment in time around the plug, teasing herself as the head of it crammed itself up against her cervix, pushing uncomfortably at her innermost barrier and reminding her, very viscerally, just how much under Kelly's control she was. And it was only going to get worse too.

“I'm not a lesbian!" She shrieked, tears spilling pitifully down her cheeks. “Let me go! I don't want this, Kelly, don't do this to me! Please don't do this – you're not like this!"

But the version she'd had of Kelly for so many years most certainly had not been the true and real version and she was about to see that in stark detail and definition, although it was not, by any means, her choice. Blowing her a wet, puckering kiss, Kelly winked to her, although Holly was most certainly not on board with what was happening to her, all against her will as she screamed and wept and twisted on a bed that would become so much more than a place to sleep for her over the coming days and weeks.

“Your training is about to begin."

*

It was the lack of orgasms, strangely, that was the worst for Holly. Despite not sleeping with other men (a little fooling around, maybe, but it had never really had too much appeal to her, she wanted her prince charming), she frequently spent time exploring her sexual needs and daily if not more frequent masturbation was quite common to her. The toy inside seemed to meld to her body over time, the feel of the chastity belt quite normal, even with the dose of discomfort it brought along with it. How Kelly had known how to get a size that was just a little too large for her so that it did not all fit neatly she would never know and soon neither would she care to know, for she'd have far more in her life to concern herself with even as her field of experience narrowed to the only person that now mattered.

She needed to get off, to feel the rush and release of orgasm and yet Kelly would not allow that. Of course, she teased her, telling her that she had to learn her place, the chastity belt slipping off and the plug out – oh, how her needy pussy tried to hold onto it! – dripping with her juices. It was embarrassing just how much her body produce but she could have been exaggerating it for herself too as it drooled and dripped and Kelly mocked her for it.

“Such a slut... See, this is what you need."

It was said so plainly that Holly was not even sure that she would have resisted if she'd even been free to do so but Kelly's fingers slipping into her told a different story, one that her waveringly unbroken (for now) mind was not yet ready to acknowledge for itself. She needed something and that something was what Kelly and only Kelly would now be able to provide her, fingers driving up into her lustful cunt as she howled and jerked in her bondage, alternately begging to be allowed to climax even as her commander and dominator merely laughed.

“Oh, my dear... No yet. Definitely not yet."

On and on it went, Kelly taking her pleasure from Holly without any due care or even any sense of remorse. Holly cried, tear tracks streaking down her face, as she was forced to finger Kelly but, in all honesty, she was already so desperate for the release and pleasure that her body, quite fairly, had become accustomed to before her kidnapping that she would have done far more than even then she was being asked to do, if only for the hope that her captor may very well just be a little kinder then than she had been in the past. Hope would keep her going but it would leave her with the pussy-juice of another woman on her fingers as her own sex was left woefully untouched, although most certainly wetter than even Kelly.

“Slut..."

That insult came as Kelly made her finger herself, teasing her own pussy that had enjoyed more than one orgasm already in front of her, showing her what she could have had, if only she was good, little lesbian slut for her. Holly whimpered and pressed her lips together, the moisture in her mouth threatening to spill over as she tried and tried to hold her desire back, wanting to climax as much as she, of course, wanted the simple need of escape. Could things be that easy? Could she believe that she could hump up against her fingers, get what she wanted and leave? She ground into her own hand, not caring what the outcome was, and howled in fury as Kelly yanked her hand away with a wicked cackle that burst from her lips without due need.

“Nooo!"

Oh, she could cry and she could wail but all Kelly did was suck off her fingers with a twinkle in her eye so that she didn't even get a taste of her own essence, cramming the plug and belt back into and onto her with the sweetest smile on her lips that anyone could have asked for. Holly had never grown up and there was not much strength left in her limbs to fight with anyway, the plug already coated with a thick dose of Kelly's orgasmic juices too, reminding Holly, once again, just how vast the differences between them were.

“So sorry..."

But, of course, she was not. She never was sorry for anything she did to Kelly.

Of course, Kelly didn't let her orgasm: that would have spoiled her little game. No, oh no, oh no – that would never do! It was far more fun to continue on as planned with her conditioning, a little of the 'medicine' that would soften Holly's inhibitions and make her hornier and hornier as the days went on slipped into her water. Holly could not, after all, fairly refuse water unless she wanted to thrust herself into some kind of a thrust strike and a part of her knew, anyway, that Kelly would only force her to drink something if she did refuse at any point.

Over and over again, the cycle repeated itself. Sometimes Kelly would switch it up, draining her completely until she was a heaving, panting mess on the bed and even smearing her thick pussy-juice onto the plug before ramming it back into Holly, her pussy seeming to twitch around it as if she wanted more and more even then. She didn't know what she needed, how much she needed it, although she knew well enough that she did, indeed, need something.

And Kelly's orgasmic juices only made it worse, the aroma of them seeming to infiltrate even her dreams as she sweated and tossed and turned, only thrown into the bathroom to clean herself every day before her dominating indoctrination continued on for another, suitably delectable, round. Kelly too made a point to use her body to get herself off frequently, rubbing her pussy all over Holly – although, of course, her face was a particular target and one that Kelly returned to over and over again, all for her sweet desire and pleasure, of course.

All over, however... Now, that was the thrill and the curse intertwined, Holly whimpering as the slick and gooey pussy juice stained and marked every last inch of her body. It was by no means just her face and her fingers that were subjected to Kelly's scent but the aroma and sensation of her lingered, the presence felt down her arms and legs, her back and buttocks, juices sinking in as if she would never again find it in herself to ever feel at least somewhat 'clean'. And that was just how Kelly wanted it to be.

It was her right, after all, to take what she wanted and she ground the taste and scent of her pussy into Holly's face, laughing as the weakening woman fingered herself, begging incoherently for an orgasm that they both knew too would not be granted.

“M-m-more..."

Yet what was one mumbled word when all Kelly would do was cup her hand to her ear and smirk evilly as Holly's fingers sawed in and out in and out in a splatter of sexual arousal that was destined to not be satisfied? Ah, she had been chosen because Kelly had known that she would be easy to break but all her tools and tricks of the trade had only served to make it even easier for her, in the end, to take all she needed from sweet, sweet Holly.

But at the very point of orgasm, Kelly laughed and snatched Holly's hands away even as she screamed, pressing them to her own pussy as she climaxed. And so it was not Holly's cries of pleasure that filled the bedroom but Kelly's as her victim twisted and writhed and begged for mercy, all while her captor had the time of her life at her expense.

And then back on went the belt, the plug, once again, soaked with a coating of Kelly's fresh juices, the sadistic woman imagining with a wicked little shiver that the thick liquid would be absorbed by her body as she was forced to lie there, wriggling and squirming with desire. Wouldn't that be a delight? Just one more thing to bring Holly even further under her control as the days went on and her sense of depravity rose even as her need to preserve her own mind and being dwindled rapidly: just as Kelly had anticipated.

The belt stayed and she was forced to beg, whimpering and whining to no avail. But that did not stop her from trying, staring plaintively up at her captor each and every time she entered the bedroom to torture her more, to further her conditioning. It didn't feel like conditioning anymore, however, but something even more sinister than that. Not that Holly, of course, would have been in any right state of mind to know or understand that.

“Please..." She breathed, eyes closed so that she did not have to look at Kelly as she asked the question, hating herself even then for needing to do so. “Please... Please, let me cum."

“Of course not, sweetie," Kelly answered with a grin, pointing at the bathroom. “In and do your business. Door open. Wouldn't want you to try anything naughty now, would we?"

And, somehow, Holly didn't dare, although that could have partly been because she knew that Kelly was right there, watching and listening the whole time. She couldn't have brought herself off that quickly but even the release of going to the bathroom seemed sweet and the rise of pleasure it brought to her body made her tense, fingers curling and uncurling as she fought and fought to keep her breathing slow and even. She had to keep it together. She had to find a way out. Or else there would be nothing else in the world possibly left for her.

On and on. Eventually, Kelly allowed her to orgasm but it was only after her face had been thoroughly plastered in her juices, her musk and aroma invading her senses in a way that would claim Holly's orgasm as her own. Never again would she enjoy a climax without her dominant superior demonstrating just how far under her control she was, never again without the slick taste of pussy-juice on her tongue and teasing over her lips. It should have been bliss but pleasure after so much time (in all reality, it had only just been over a week) but Holly screamed through her climax, oversensitive after so long denied. It proved unsatisfying and she immediately wanted more but, of course, penance was required for the pleasure of being permitted to climax, however much of a letdown it was in the end and regardless of how much she needed another already, oh so very desperately.

A glass. But it was not filled with water but the vile, slippery spit from her small, wet mouth as Kelly carefully cultivated it throughout the day, wrapping Holly sweetly in her musk as she rubbed her pussy on her, using her body as nothing more than a tool and a toy through which she could achieve orgasm. Her disregard for her bound submissive slut was further made evident when she presented the glass with a smile and a wink as if she was giving her a special gift, Holly's expression falling, shockingly, to one of abject horror, pulse jumping in her throat and hands lifted in wordless, yet shaky, denial.

“Drink up!"

She reeled but it was inevitable that she would be forced to drink it, gagging and trying to retch all the while. Holly's eyes streamed and she blubbered but any drops of saliva that splattered down her face to the floor she was forced to lap up anyway, Kelly shaking her head sadly as if Holly had, very personally, gone out and sought to displease her.

“Really... I would have thought you'd take a gift from me more amicably."

The glasses of spit were slimy too, appearing more often as Kelly delighted in just how she could abuse her victim, forcing her to swallow down even the slimiest of 'loogies', all for her sickly perverted pleasure. She even made her swish and swirl it around her mouth before swallowing, tasting and feeling the gag-inducing texture slipping around the interior of her mouth, mingling with her own slick saliva. It was not as if Holly had any choice, Kelly rubbing more into her face still as she held her mouth shut with a devious grin until the poor, bound woman was forced to gulp it down.

And wasn't it right for Kelly to take that pleasure for her own too, forcing Holly to drink it all down even as she whimpered on the edge of orgasm, teased there by her own hand but not allowed to climax without the essence of Kelly surrounding her? When Holly did climax, she moaned in disgust, screwing up her face against the shame of what she was being made to do, forced to do, even again her will.

It was worse and worse, however... So much so that Holly's mind tried to shut down and pull away from the horror, the vile sense of disgust that curdled through her for every waking moment. She was used as nothing more than a tissue for Kelly to wipe herself on, smearing snot into her pussy as the abusive woman used her folds to clean herself, sniffing and making a show of it all the while. With the taste of spit and snot in her mouth, it was all Holly could do not to gag, although her tears had dried up by this point: there no longer seemed to be any point in crying. And, still, all she yearned for was orgasm, although it was wrapped up somewhat in the desire and want to escape above all else, curling through her and securing her heart in an iron grip from which she doubted that it would ever again be released.

Just what was the point in release, after all? She'd not have Kelly, as much as she made her lips twist in disgust, weakly fighting and pulling back from the vile sensation of having her pussy spat in. The fluid swirled between her lips as they were drawn back to show off the dark hole and Kelly laughed as she let the 'spit ball' hang from her lips for a moment, dangling crudely before dropping into her and adding to the mess of orgasmic fluid creaming her cunt that most certainly did not belong to Holly any more.

No... No part of Holly belonged to her anymore. She was just for Kelly. Just for Kelly, her dominant. Her controller. And if not for her pussy throbbing and pulsing as she was tainted with Kelly's essence over and over again, multiple times a day, maybe she could have held out for longer. Maybe she would have survived the fear and the disgust of having her body soak up the juices and fluids and spit and grossness of another human being, no longer allowed to shower so that Kelly's musk sank into her more and more. It was hard to tell where she ended and Kelly began, the two of them one and the same, although Holly felt herself something lesser to the might and power of the woman who locked the chastity belt around her still each and every day. She wouldn't have wanted her to break free and masturbate, after all, and Holly no longer could trust herself to have even that little bit of self-control, a wanton, blubbering, whimpering machine that just wanted to be close to Kelly, wanting and reeling from every disgusting act for they may, just maybe, be the key to feeling the thrum of pleasure resonating through her body all over again. If she was lucky, that was: and Kelly would have her pussy crushed to her face too, swamping her with her scent and even grinding her anal pucker into her mouth and cheeks, laughing mockingly all the while.

Disgust found a line after a time and Kelly pushed it further and further, reaching for evermore depraved heights to claim her sweet slut as she sank to the level of farting on her pussy. It was thick and heady and Holly tried, even then, to cringe away, shaking with her hands tied before her chest as if she was begging for something, although she would not have known with what words she could have begged if she'd even been able to speak. Her throat closed up and she grunted, turning her face away only to have it dragged back a moment later, the lowest of the low. Who else would have themselves farted on as she kept her mouth closed, gagging and eyes closed as much as she could bear, for she would not do herself the disservice, even then, of not seeing what horrific act Kelly had in store for her next.

The farting became a regular occurrence and a favourite act of Kelly's to make sure that her slut stank of her. It was the way it should be, of course, and Holly gave in beautifully, as she'd always known she had. The disgust was still there but there was obedience too, resignation lingering in the backs of her eyes as she raised her hips and whimpered for another orgasm – an orgasm that, of course, would not be granted until Kelly was good and ready and benevolent enough to give it. And the best way to do that, of course, was while farting on her face, making her submissive squirm as she was fingered to a snotty, squelching orgasm.

Only then was Holly ready for more: to be taken out of the bedroom in a fashion that would be more like a normal human being. Just with a special twist, that was, or else Kelly would have found herself quite bored with the act itself. Holly wrinkled her face and howled in horror as Kelly forced a pair of dirty, wet panties that she must have only just climaxed in up her long, shapely legs, not caring for her care or comfort as she secured them into place without the chastity belt for once. It was not as if Holly could masturbate in a public place and she whined even as she allowed Kelly to dress her, obedient despite her protests about going out somewhere and not being allowed to wear her own clothes. It was her quiet compliance beneath the rumbling discontent and complaints and, as always, the disgust of still having Kelly's cum and snot and spit drying out on her skin that told Kelly that she could do more.

After all, there was always someplace more that a slut like her could be pushed.

By anyone else's standards, it could have been a nice enough date but all Holly could do in the moment was squirm and make faces as the wet fabric of her panties ground and pressed uncomfortably against her clit. Not having climaxed for a few days again but edged instead didn't help the matter either. She tried, desperately, to focus on her sense of revolution, squirming and wriggling in place, even drawing looks from other people in the, surprisingly nice, restaurant that surely, surely, had to know or think in some way, shape or form that something was up. Slick and wet and teasing, she could not help but catch her breath, pulling away a little from Kelly until her commander fixed her with a look that forced her to submit to her touch, the ease of fingers trailing a path down her cheek, right where Kelly had, earlier, wiped off her orgasmic juices, was easier to bear.

The foot rubbing up beneath the tablecloth, teasing her cunny through the wet, sordid panties was more difficult to bear still and Holly fought to keep her hand steady, Kelly softly but firmly telling her to keep eating as she was played with. In hindsight, the abused woman could not have possibly have said what she ate as Kelly brought her to the very pinnacle of release over and over again without actually allowing her over the sweet edge, a little groan and a moan too breaking the barrier of her lips as the waiter passed. They would not be welcomed back at that particular establishment but Kelly did not care. It only mattered to her that Holly was rocking her hips up into her foot and toes, wanting pleasure even through the sensuality of her sweet, sweet disgust for all she was doing to her.

After that was their old friend and meeting place: yoga. It should have been a relief to step back into something so familiar but, in the panties that had only been made wetter through Kelly's teasing of her, it was nothing of the sort. The poses and flexibility helped some in distracting her but the panties pulling tight over her pussy drove Holly to shudder, panting and miscounting her breaths as she wondered if they were soaking through, if anyone else could smell her arousal? It was impossible for her not to with how deeply Kelly had made sure to soak her with her musk and essence, the taste of pussy juice still lingering in the back of her mouth from the car ride over there.

If she had not been before, she was under Kelly's control then and there. And it was time for Kelly to reap the spoils of what she had so lovingly cultivated.

It should not have been so but Holly found herself wet as soon as Kelly entered the room, despite turning away and squirming in complete repulsion as she was pleased, bile rising up in the back of her throat. And yet she wanted to cum, but not by Kelly's hand, and she wanted something but not with Kelly. Conflict brewed within her as she screwed up her face, forced to climax as Kelly farted on her cunt, the stink of her seeming to sink even more deeply into her skin.

That was just the way Kelly liked her too, the conditioning a success. Horrified and repulsed and yet obedient... What could be better? Well, just a little bit more deviancy, of course.

The chastity belt was one thing but locking into onto a screeching, begging Holly who did not offer any physical resistance with a vibrator added into the mix was something else entirely. Edging her for two weeks was a pleasure for Kelly and a horror for Holly, the woman clawing at Kelly's legs with tear tracks streaking her face, begging to climax even as Kelly shook her head no and spat on her face, the chastity belt marked with both Kelly's cum and her saliva alike. Whereas she could manually control the vibrator in the plug of the belt and the part that locked over Holly's clit, it was more fun to hogtie her and leave her there, shaking and trembling and soaking the plug in her own arousal, the device set to switch itself off when she was close to climaxing, never once allowing her that sweet release.

Moaning, Holly rolled her head from one shoulder to the other, losing track of time. She wasn't taken out of the house again throughout the ordeal, days blurring together as the vibrator set itself off every hour on the hour, breaking her down into the whimpering, simpering submissive slut that she was. Eventually, Kelly allowed her some measure of pity, eyes glittering wickedly.

“Something more, darling? Is this what you need?"

Grossly, Kelly shook the removed belt at Holly who did not dare believe that its removal meant that she would even be allowed to orgasm, feeling the plug within her and the vibrations even though it was, actually, no longer anywhere near her body. Keeping eye contact, Kelly spat on Holly's pussy, sneezing and rubbing in the disgusting mixture of bodily fluids, fingers sliding slickly through the mess, only adding to it for a fart too for extra measure and effect as Holly juddered back, eyes rolling into the back of her skull.

No!

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But it was to be so and the pleasure rose and rose inside her as Kelly moaned and ground her pussy onto Holly's, climaxing more swiftly and dousing her needy, throbbing cunt even as its owner reeled in the knowledge of what bodily fluids were, once again being forced into her.

“Now, lick!"

And then it was as if she became solely a passive player in her own life, bent over into a truly demanding yoga position, tongue driving up crudely into her own cunt with her legs up in the air, head down near the floor. Holly cried but there was nothing she could do, regardless of how she tried to twist away and close her eyes and her mouth against the deluge of snotty cum that poured from her cunt, demanding attention. Something in her tugged and, even through the disgust, she listened to Kelly, forcing her tongue out just a little bit to clean her pussy, lapping away and grunting ashamedly all the while.

She just wanted to get off: that was all. Maybe if she was good, Kelly would finally let her.

Gagging, the taste and smell of Kelly's farts too enveloped her as she pulled back but the blanket tossed over her as Kelly farted once more, sealing it in, was the killing blow. Soaking in the scent, she screamed in orgasm with her legs kicked up in the air above her, licking herself to a sordid sort of climax that thrummed and throbbed through her aching, battered being, finally invaded completely and truly by the domineering dominator.

And yet there was nothing else for it as cum slipped down her throat and Kelly cackled, forcing the edges of the blanket down to keep her hot, heavy scent rising around her, so intoxicating that Holly may well have found herself craving it, regardless of her vile repulsion to every last act, her horror at being so abused. Holly closed her eyes and submitted to it, nostrils wrinkling even as she tried not to breathe, gagging and bile rising up once more.

She would belong to Kelly forever.