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Joy C. James
Bent To Her Will (Dominant, Erotica, Lesbian, Sex, Slave)
Bent To Her Will (Dominant, Erotica, Lesbian, Sex, Slave)
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In this 3,600 word story, Mary and Emily, two beautiful dancers in a prestigious company, have a vehement argument about which of them should be the lead dancer. What starts as an argument becomes a sexually-charged and erotic battle between the two women, culminating in one breaking the other and transforming her into her lustful sex slave - and the second dancer. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
Emily only smirked, secure in her complete superiority. “Oh, Mary. Do you really think a poor little misfit like you could ever match me? You're a marvelous second, I'll give you that. Very impressive. But the lead dancer? You must be out of your mind.”
“You think that your fancy clothes and fancy car are enough to make you the best dancer?” Mary asked sharply. “You're not better than me. There's nothing in the world you're better than me at.”
Staring off at one another, there were many similarities – both beautiful young women, slim and well-toned. Emily had straight black hair, like a raven's, and a cruel little smile, wicked brown eyes flashing bright. In contrast, Mary's hair was lovely and blonde, and though she was currently angry, the soft innocence on her face couldn't be denied, even then.
Emily raised an eyebrow, her cruel little smile curling up. “Oh, my dear. There's not a thing in the world I'm not better than you at. You insult me just by acting like you're in my league. But I'm in a forgiving mood. Apologize, and I'll let you be my second still.”
Mary gritted her teeth, her eyes widening in anger. “Let me?! You're not going to let me do anything! I'm going to be lead dancer because I've worked for it! Worked harder than you! And there's nothing you can do to stop me! Not a damned thin-!”
She could have gone on for hours, but that's not what happened.
Emily cut off her rival, grabbed her face, pulled her in tight, their lips crushing together. Mary fought, struggled against this sudden insanity, but Emily was too insistent, too hungry, and a heat began to rise up between them, inflaming them both. Mary began to bend, slowly and surely, as Emily forced herself closer, pressing their bodies together.
Finally, Mary pulled her lips away, gasping and yelling, “What the hell was that?! Are you insane?!”
“No, I'm hungry,” Emily growled. “You've been playing your little games, teasing me, fucking with me, and I'm sick of it. You're going to learn who's the boss, and who's the follower, you silly little girl, And you're going to learn it right now."
-EXCERPT-
Emily only smirked, secure in her complete superiority. “Oh, Mary. Do you really think a poor little misfit like you could ever match me? You're a marvelous second, I'll give you that. Very impressive. But the lead dancer? You must be out of your mind.”
“You think that your fancy clothes and fancy car are enough to make you the best dancer?” Mary asked sharply. “You're not better than me. There's nothing in the world you're better than me at.”
Staring off at one another, there were many similarities – both beautiful young women, slim and well-toned. Emily had straight black hair, like a raven's, and a cruel little smile, wicked brown eyes flashing bright. In contrast, Mary's hair was lovely and blonde, and though she was currently angry, the soft innocence on her face couldn't be denied, even then.
Emily raised an eyebrow, her cruel little smile curling up. “Oh, my dear. There's not a thing in the world I'm not better than you at. You insult me just by acting like you're in my league. But I'm in a forgiving mood. Apologize, and I'll let you be my second still.”
Mary gritted her teeth, her eyes widening in anger. “Let me?! You're not going to let me do anything! I'm going to be lead dancer because I've worked for it! Worked harder than you! And there's nothing you can do to stop me! Not a damned thin-!”
She could have gone on for hours, but that's not what happened.
Emily cut off her rival, grabbed her face, pulled her in tight, their lips crushing together. Mary fought, struggled against this sudden insanity, but Emily was too insistent, too hungry, and a heat began to rise up between them, inflaming them both. Mary began to bend, slowly and surely, as Emily forced herself closer, pressing their bodies together.
Finally, Mary pulled her lips away, gasping and yelling, “What the hell was that?! Are you insane?!”
“No, I'm hungry,” Emily growled. “You've been playing your little games, teasing me, fucking with me, and I'm sick of it. You're going to learn who's the boss, and who's the follower, you silly little girl, And you're going to learn it right now."
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