Chapters (so far):
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen
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Finding Gabrielle at the university wasn’t hard. A search of the campus directory turned up her dorm room, and while Gabrielle wasn’t in her room when Melissa went there, her fellow students were perfectly happy to tell Melissa that “Gabby” was studying in the library.
Melissa found her there, sitting at an isolated carrel up the back of the main section, protected from public view by looming rows of bookshelves.
She sat down next to the pretty blonde lesbian.
“Hi,” she said, “you don’t know me, but I know you.”
Gabrielle tried to ignore the interruption. “Please,” she said, “I’m studying.”
“Specifically what I know about you is that you’re a lesbian and you’re licking your professor’s cunt to earn good grades,” said Melissa.
That got the girl’s attention. She turned to look at Melissa, her mouth hanging open.
Melissa showed the girl her smartphone screen. It had a photo taken from Kay’s phone, in which Gabrielle was stark naked, spreading her pussy lips prettily with her fingers for the enjoyment of the photo-taker (presumably Kay).
“This is you, right?’ asked Melissa.
“How did you…” began Gabrielle, and then, “What are you…”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Melissa. She was grateful that this all fell under one of her son’s allowable conversation topics – ‘humiliating secrets about me or another woman’.
“Here’s the good news, Gabby,” she went on. “I’m not interested in ruining your life. You just need to do as you’re told, and you’ll graduate from your degree, and no one will ever need to know that you’re a cunt-licking lesbian slut, okay?”
She raised her voice a little on the words “cunt-licking lesbian slut”, and Gabrielle flinched, and looked around, terrified that someone would overhear.
“My parents…” she said, “they’ll never speak to me again if they think I’m gay. They’ll cut me off…”
“I know,” said Melissa. “So be a good little lesbian cunt and do as you’re told. For instance, right now, you are going to give me your panties.”
Gabrielle took a moment to process those instructions.
“Your panties,” repeated Melissa. “Take them off and give them to me. It’s not hard. I took mine off before I got here. Now, dear, or else I’ll say it again, but louder.”
It was true – she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Gabrielle looked mortally humiliated – but she quickly wiggled her underpants down from under her skirt, kicked them over her feet, and passed them to Melissa.
They were purple, and silky. Melissa stuffed them into her handbag. They would be a trophy for Ethan to enjoy later. Probably he would use them to ejaculate into, and then make Melissa lick them clean. She wished the thought didn’t make her wet.
“Good girl,” said Melissa. “Now get down under the carrel and lick my pussy.”
The girl made a squeak of shock.
“Don’t be like that,” said Melissa. “You’ll do it for your teacher, but you won’t do it for me? I thought you didn’t want your secret to get out? The sooner you get down there, the less chance there is for anyone to see you doing it. Get busy, sweety.”
Gabrielle clearly couldn’t believe what was happening – but, unsteadily, she got down on her knees beneath the study carrel. Melissa pulled her chair closer, to help obscure the girl from sight, and then spread her legs and pulled up her skirt a little, to put her wet cunt in the girl’s face.
“Get started,” she instructed – and soon she was sighing in happiness as she felt the girl lean forward and begin to lick along the length of her snatch, her tongue expertly flicking Melissa’s clitoris.
This wasn’t the first woman that Melissa had fucked. Ethan’s father has often made her lez off with other girls for his entertainment. Nor was it the first time the other girl had been less than fully consenting.
But it was the first time that Melissa had ever done the raping without a man present to supervise. She felt guilty about it, of course, but she knew that Ethan would punish her if she didn’t obey, and so she obeyed.
And besides, it felt good to dominate the silly blonde lesbian slut.
She honestly could have let Gabrielle keep licking until Gabrielle’s tongue brought Melissa to orgasm. Maybe she even would have squirted, leaving Gabrielle visibly drenched in her sex juices. But she had other business, and other instructions from Ethan.
“That’s enough, slut,” she said. “Get up. We’re going to the park.”
Gabrielle scrambled out from under the table, confused. Melissa was already in the process of packing up Gabrielle’s study books and papers into her cute student backpack. When it was full, she passed it to Gabrielle, and said, “Keep up, or I shout about what a dyke you are.”
Gabrielle certainly did keep up, as Melissa left the library and crossed the university campus to a strip of nature reserve running behind the sporting fields. The trees were close together here, and the underbrush was relatively dense, and once they had gone a hundred feet into the foliage it felt unlikely that anyone could see them, even though they could still clearly hear the calls and hoots of the football players training on the nearby field.
Melissa found a small area of relatively clear ground, and then said, “Strip.”
Gabrielle was hesitant again. Melissa resisted the urge to slap her, as she knew that Ethan would slap her if she showed the same reluctance to obey a clear instruction.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said instead. “You are going to strip nude, and you’re going to finish the cunt-licking you started in the library, and if you’re a very good girl then I’m going to lick you too. And I’m going to film it to ensure that you behave yourself in future. And then I’m going to tell you a series of things you’re going to do for me. They won’t hurt you, they’ll just be an inconvenience for someone else. And if you do those things you’ll be free and I’ll never ask anything of you again.”
She had no idea if this was true. She could see Ethan deciding to “invite” the girl to their house for a little rape party, once he had his hooks into her, or otherwise scheming to ruin her life. But that was none of Melissa’s business, right now.
“You promise?” asked Gabrielle.
“I promise,” said Melissa. Ethan’s father had taught her long ago that the promises of a slut were worthless.
Blushing, Gabrielle undressed. She really was very pretty, with her long blonde hair, her slim body, her small perky boobs, and her young cunt, covered by a closely-cropped fuzz of peach hair. Melissa could see why her sister had wanted to fuck this girl, and she felt a shiver of arousal at the thought that she was, effectively, illicitly borrowing her sister’s sex-toy.
Melissa stripped too, and laid down a blanket she had brought, and then then two girls descended to the ground.
Melissa quickly set up her phone to film them, and then she straddled the girl, her cunt above the girl’s face, her hands spreading the girl’s legs and her mouth coming down to taste the girl’s delicious pussy-nectar.
The girl moaned with violation when Melissa licked her – but also with pleasure. Melissa raised her head.
“Tell the camera your name, and that you’re a lesbian slut,” said Melissa.
Gabrielle blushed. “My name is Gabrielle Pengrove, and I like licking pussies,’ she said.
“Good girl,” said Melissa. “Now, get licking.”
The girl was really a very skilled cunt-licker, and the fear of discovery seemed to make her even more attentive to Melissa’s clit. A couple of times the voices from the sports field came very near, and Gabrielle began to squirm, terrified that they would be discovered, but Melissa held her down and kept licking her fuckhole, and eventually the voices moved away again.
It would not have mattered if the football players *had* seen them. Melissa would have continued to hold the girl down and kept licking her twat while they watched. And she would have invited them to take a turn with Gabrielle when she was done, to buy their silence. So Gabrielle had gotten lucky.
Gabrielle brought Melissa to not one, but three orgasms, before finally surrendering to the pleasure of Melissa’s tongue and allowing herself to cum.
But Melissa was not done with her yet. There was one further thing that Ethan had told her to do, to ensure that Gabrielle would do anything to stop people ever seeing this video.
Melissa opened her bladder, and began to piss on Gabrielle’s face.
Gabrielle went wild, struggling to get away, to push Melissa off. She did it all silently, more afraid of being discovered than of what was happening to her. But Melissa held her down until her bladder was empty, and Gabrielle’s face and hair and the towel were soaked.
She had never done this to a woman before, but there was a certain satisfaction in it, in treating a woman the way that Ethan’s father and Ethan herself had treated her. On some level, she felt that Gabrielle deserved it, for being a woman, for being a lesbian, for fucking Melissa’s sister when Melissa herself had not yet had that pleasure.
“There you go,” she said, when she was done. “Not just a lesbian cunt, but a lesbian piss-slut. And I know you don’t want anyone to ever see the video of that. So you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Gabrielle was traumatised, shivering, unable to believe what had happened – but she nodded, in a jerky, awkward way.
“So what you’re going to do for me is you’re just going to betray your lesbian slut teacher girlfriend,” said Melissa. “Kay Bellswick. From now on you’re going to film every time you have sex with her, or any time you see her nude, and send it to me. You’re going to get her to confess on film that she’s giving you good grades in exchange for sex. You’re going to get her to confess to as many disgusting and perverted fantasies as you can, on film. And you’re going to encourage her to have more extreme sex with you. Get her to hurt you, or ask you to hurt her. Be gross, and taboo. And tell her you want her to do what I just did to you – or do it to her. Do you understand?”
Gabrielle nodded. She looked a little hopeful. The news that Melissa really was out for someone other than Gabrielle – that Gabrielle was only an incidental player – seemed to give her faith that maybe she really would come out of this with a graduation and her lesbian secret still hidden.
“And… just generally sabotage Kay’s life,” said Melissa. “Weaken the seams of her clothes. Hide her panties. Swap her birth control for diuretics. Put sugar in her gas tank. Re-set her alarms for later times. Ensure that nothing quite works for her, so that she feels less confident and secure with each passing day.”
“What if I get caught?” asked Gabrielle.
“That’s not really my problem,” said Melissa. “Be creative. But if you get caught so quickly that you can’t do what I just asked for, then there WILL be consequences for you. If you’re not useful to me, then there’s no reason for me to keep your secrets.” She smiled. “Are you going to be a good girl, Gabrielle?”
“Yes,” mumbled Gabrielle.
“Good girl,” said Melissa. “Well, that’s all then, I suppose. I’ll leave you to get started.”
She picked up her mobile phone, and her clothes, and put them on. And then she picked up Gabrielle’s clothes, too – and began to walk away.
“Wait!” Gabrielle objected. “My clothes…”
“You’re really much prettier naked,” said Melissa. “But you have the towel, if you need something.” And she gestured to the towel she had laid down, which was now wet with her piss.
“Good luck,” she said, and left, abandoning Gabrielle to work out how to get back to her dorm unseen.
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