Make It All Go Away
Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot 2020, and not for reposting or other such uses.
Anxiety is all I feel as I clutch the steering wheel of my car as tightly as I can. I was sure this problem was stuck far back in the past where it belongs. How could she have proof? Even I don’t have proof it happened. I’ve just had to live with the memory for nearly fifteen years.
It’s not as though I’ve been worried about it every day for all these years, but it’s not as if I’ve ever been able to forget. Any time I try, some little detail brings it all back. Over and over again, I’ve had to smile and act like nothing at all is wrong, nothing is unusual…
How could someone, anyone, have proof that wasn’t already used, or…
The roadside motel comes into view. None of these places look especially classy, but this one doesn’t look too bad. All that’s standing out in front of the main office is a tall sign that says “MOTEL” in red on a white background. Someone probably thought that was better than being married to the name of a place like this, but I try to put that thought out of my mind and just… park. I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to think about this, but I don’t have any choice. If there is proof, and someone has it, then… then…
I don’t even want to think of what would happen if the world found out. I don’t want to think of what would happen to Colleen.
I walk up to the door labeled with a seven, and knock twice. Those were the instructions. Come to this door. Come alone. She didn’t even ask me to bring any money. All these years I was sure that if this happened, I’d be drowning in debt trying to keep up the payments.
“Come on in~!” The woman’s voice through the door is irritatingly chipper. Yeah, she’s blackmailing me, but does she need to sound so excited about it?
After a deep breath, I quickly glance around the parking lot, and rush in as quickly as I can. The door shuts behind me, and I throw the lock. Maybe the woman responsible for this already has other people inside, but I don’t want someone walking in because they’re trying to open the wrong door. I couldn’t take anyone else learning about this…!
The motel room isn’t particularly ratty. It’s small, but it’s big enough to have a table with a pair of chairs. She wanted me to meet her at night, and I guess the main lightbulb has a dimmer switch, so everything has a haunting quality but it’s… It’s fine. I’m not afraid of the dark.
Colleen’s the one always asking me to turn on every light in the house after we watch a scary movie. It’s so adorable the way she thinks she can handle it, even though it ends up the same way every time. Some day, you’d think she’d learn, but not Colleen. I guess being one of the biggest names in Hollywood while still being open about being a lesbian makes her think she can handle anything—even realistic special effects.
“You’re right on time!” Her voice rings out again, and I don’t have enough self-control to stop my whole body from tensing up in disgust. “Aw, don’t be like that! C’mon. Take a seat. Get comfy. Want some water? Champagne?”
Trying to not meet the younger woman’s sky-blue eyes, I drop down into the closer of the two chairs placed on either side of the small table. I assume that’s where she wanted me to sit, anyway. “Water’s fine, I guess.” Antagonizing a woman who could ruin my life, and my wife’s career, is a bad idea. Still, I can’t bring myself to be nice to a woman trying to blackmail me.
It’s illegal, but even if I felt comfortable going to the police, that wouldn’t matter. There’d be no way to keep a lid on this. This is my only choice.
Gotta do this for Colleen.
“Okay! Water it is! You know… I’m surprised you didn’t go with champagne. From the look of it… you really like champagne.” She laughs, and I can hear the water pouring. I don’t look up. I just stare at the table. Shame and other uncomfortable feelings keep me quiet. I’m not sure that I’ve ever been in a position that felt so precarious before. She sets the glass down in front of me, and sighs dramatically. “Not feeling talkative, Beatrice?”
I lift up the glass and take a slow sip. With my eyes flat, I stare up at the woman blackmailing me with all of the contempt, annoyance, and distaste I can bring to my eyes. She giggles, smiling a little bit more. At least she doesn’t get upset, I suppose.
She’s a pretty young thing, the kind of woman I would have felt intimidated by when I was her age. Maybe I shouldn’t be eyeing her up, but that feels like the only way to keep my cool right now. Her long blonde hair is wavy, hanging loose around her face. It looks natural. Her blue eyes are so pretty, so cute. Her makeup has her face looking so perfect, especially those pink, pink lips. Her figure isn’t curvy like my Colleen, but no one would call her “average”. She has one of those shapes that’s slender, but still stands out as pretty and eye-catching by having a little extra in all of the right places.
Just because I don’t recognize her doesn’t mean that she isn’t an up-and-coming actress, like Colleen was a little under fifteen years ago. Sometimes it seems like most of the women in LA are up-and-coming actresses.
“Am I supposed to feel talkative when I’m being blackmailed?” I set down the glass and resist the urge to roll my eyes. “You said you had proof.”
“I do! And you aren’t supposed to feel anything. That’s not how feelings work, silly!” She rolls her eyes, stepping away with a sway to her hips that looks either like she’s trying to flirt, or she’s doing a victory dance. I take another sip to fight back the bile.
She’s young, but in more of an early-twenties sort of way, not a precocious teenager. The act she’s putting on, or her obnoxious personality, is so saccharine and cutesy that it’s going to give me diabetes. “As long as we’re on the same page. Show me the proof. If it’s good, then… You didn’t exactly tell me what you want—”
“Heeeere you go, Miss Deacon!” She uses my maiden name. It’s still my professional name, but I took Colleen’s when we got married. She drops a large envelope on the table, and it kicks up a gust that makes my hair fall into my eyes. She giggles. “Sorry! Accident!”
She’s so obnoxiously cute that I can’t tell if she’s being catty or if she’s just this much of an idiot. Brushing my black hair out of my face, I lift up the envelope. “Don’t worry about it.”
I barely need to glance inside. My face goes pale.
“Who would have thought that Jenny Neufield kept perv cams all around her bedroom, huh? Casting directors, am I right?” She bursts into giggles, letting out a sigh that’s entirely too peaceful. “Of course she could afford them… but here we are! My name’s Wendy, by the way. Wendy Maier. I’m going to be a big deal, some day!”
I can’t take my eyes away from the inside of this envelope. It’s everything I was afraid it would be. If this gets out… I don’t even want to think about what would happen…!
No one would understand. I’m not important, but Colleen… she’d be ruined.
“So! From the look on your face, Miss Deacon…” Wendy drops something down onto the table in front of me. I still can’t take my eyes off of these pictures. They’re obviously stills from a video, which makes this even worse. “You can tell this is the real deal! When it gets out that the sexy Colleen Tarlington, an actress who can do anything from action films to dramas, only got her big breakout role because you slept with the casting director—”
“Whatever you want. I’ll do it.”
Jenny was a creep, and she’d been trying to get into my pants for a long time. Colleen has always been a great actress. When Jenny said she’d pass her up if I didn’t sleep with her, I made sure that Colleen was busy, and I did it. It wasn’t fun, but I did it for her, for us.
This was always a possibility, but I knew at the time that if I told Colleen, she would have insisted she could land another role. She would have insisted it wasn’t worth it. She would have been scandalized that I had sex with another woman.
Only Jenny was happy with the arrangement, but I took the option where the only one who suffered for it was me.
Wendy bursts into youthful giggles, and holds out a pen. “Well, you can read over the contract first if you want. I think you probably should. It’s a bad idea to sign a contract without reading over it fir—”
Snatching the pen out of her hand shuts her up. I flip to the back of the contract. I sign my name. I initial it. I write down the date. I drop the pen down on top of the contract.
“Oh… Oh my.” Wendy stares at me, her eyes wide. “You really care about Colleen, huh…?” Her eyes are so wide, and her mouth is hanging open in a way that makes her look so young and vapid. She’s definitely no older than twenty-two. How a young thing like her got close enough to Jenny Neufield to—
With a little more thought, I’m very confident that I know how that worked out. Fucking Jenny. You’re still going for the young ones, huh? Maybe some day she’ll control her libido…
Wendy stands, and everything… spins… My head feels so hazy, so fuzzy, and I find myself staring up at her. I didn’t want to move my head, my eyes, but she stood and I just… I just… looked up at her…? My head feels so strange, so… warm, so… it’s… like…
She giggles, slowly stepping towards me. I follow her with my eyes, even though moving my head makes me feel so dizzy, so strange, so… “Aw, you don’t need to watch me. Keep staring straight ahead, Beatrice!” My eyes move away from her, and gaze forward instead. Wh… why did I do that…?! I try to look back towards her, or to look somewhere else, anywhere else, but my eyes, they just… they won’t… ohhhn… Mnnn…
Trying to move them somewhere else, trying to look at anything else, I feel so… dizzy, so… strange…? My head feels like it was crammed full of cotton swabs, but really, really heavy ones. My neck struggles to stay upright, and my eyes feel so… heavy…?
“Hmmm… Beatrice isn’t a name I usually like, but you? You make it… pretty.” Wendy is standing behind me. I mewl in confusion, and from other feelings I don’t want to admit. Her hands fall onto my shoulders, rubbing slowly and gently. I should be trying to smack her hands away, but I’m not. Instead, I just… arch. I lean towards her, and doing that pushes out my chest. I shouldn’t be moving like this, not around her, but I can’t… I can’t stop myself… “I think you’re pretty, Beatrice. Really pretty. Colleen is hot, don’t get me wrong… but it’s hard to see her as someone I’d want to fuck.”
Her hands slide down from my shoulders, and her fingers wrap around my breasts. I suck in a sharp gasp when her hands squeeze, when she kneads through my clothes, but I still can’t pull away. I can’t even ask her what she’s doing, why she’s doing it…
I can’t even move my lips to tell her to stop…!
Instead, she kneads harder, and I find myself moaning. Her fingers just feel so, so good, and the way they squeeze into my breasts, the way she’s just handling me like a possession, like her property… it feels… so… ohhhh… No one touches me like this, no one has ever touched me like this! Her hands are on my breasts, stroking, squeezing… but it feels like her fingers are squeezing at my mind, at my thoughts, and making my breasts feel so… sensitive.
Colleen loves playing with my breasts, squeezing them, sucking them, but she never… ohhhh… Her touch never felt like this…! I can’t stop myself from whimpering and whining, pressing out into her hands like some desperate little slut.
I’m a married woman! I love Colleen! But when her fingers pinch my nipples… Mnnnn when she pinches and twists, even through my bra, all I can do is scream and tremble.
Wendy just… she just makes me feel… so… good…! “See, Colleen is more of a rival type. She’s got a better body than me. She’s got all these big movies under her belt. She’s like… Really good? I really respect her and everything she’s accomplished!” She giggles in my ear, and I whine as she twists my nipples a little more roughly. “Beatrice? Be a dear, huh? Take off your top, please.”
“Yes, Wendy… Anything for you…” Wh—! Why did I say that?! I whimper as her hands pull away, and cross my arms over my chest before pulling away my top. I’m stripping for a woman who isn’t my wife…! My bra isn’t anything special, just a tan bra, but—
“Beatrice? Take off your bra, too, please. I’m not very patient. I’ve waited way too long to get my hands on those.” Her voice still sounds just as vapid, just as cutesy, but it’s a little huskier when she nibbles and tugs on my ear. The touch spreads feels tingly… the tingles spread out from my ear, and it feels like her tongue, her teeth, her mouth is latched around my brain. All I can do is writhe and whimper until she’s done sucking and licking at my ear, and it feels…
It feels like heaven! My pussy is so wet, soaking right through my panties. I’m probably soaking through my skirt and right into the chair. I feel so dirty, so bad, but I can’t stop it, not when it’s so… when I’m so…
“Of course, Wendy…! Anything for you…!” There! There it was again! I tried to say something else when my mouth opened, but the words that came out… they weren’t the same words as before, but they feel so much the same! I tried to scream, to beg, to do anything, but I couldn’t! I can’t even stop my hands from reaching behind my back and unhooking my bra. I still can’t do anything as it sails across the motel room and lands… I don’t even know where.
I still can’t look away from right in front of me. My eyes see a rather boring view of a white with a picture frame showing a black-and-white poster of a mountain. A cool, air-conditioned breeze flows over my breasts, and with my skin feeling so sensitive…
Mmmm… It feels so good to be exposed like this. Just the air moving over my bare skin, it’s making everything… tingle. The more my skin tingles, the more my head feels… stuffed, but empty, at the same time…? It’s like my thoughts are harder to reach, like I’m harder to reach. Something keeps being shoved in until my head feels heavy and bursting, something that makes it hard to feel like anything more than a horny, slutty mess…
Fuck, I wish her hands were playing with my tits again!
None of my feelings have changed. I still hate her. I still hate what she’s doing to me, however she’s doing it. But I… I’m just so… needy…? Everything feels so strange, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to fight it. Worrying about that feels so silly when I’m so wet, when my nipples are so hard and her hands felt so good…
“So anyway…!” Wendy’s lips find my neck. They’re so wet, and so full. Feeling them pillow against my skin makes me whine. Feeling her bite me, feeling her nails dig in to my breasts? I can’t stop myself from screaming. I can’t stop myself from grinding into her hands as I shudder and clench. When she stops biting me, I’m a mess. My breathing dissolves into ragged panting. My eyes are so fuzzy. They aren’t crossed, but they might as well be when it’s this hard to see… “Fuck, you’re hot…! Mm… but anyway…! Colleen? She’s like… my rival. Beating her, being better than her…? That’s what got me into acting…! I wanted to be better than her…!
“And there’s lots of ways I could do that, right…? I’m younger than her, I can go for roles she can’t get anymore, roles they consider might giving her, but they’d rather have a young thing who maybe doesn’t have her body but still has a nice rack…?” Her nails pinch around my nipples, and all I can do is struggle to breathe. Whimpers and whines find their way out of me, but they feel so incidental.
The pleasure she’s forcing through my whole body is just so harsh and so passionate. My blood is an inferno, and the pressure welling up inside of me feels like it could pop at any moment.
She’s done something to me, I know she has, but I don’t… but I can’t… I don’t…
“But Colleen is such a fucking good actress, and I’m still a nobody! At this rate, I’ll never get on her level… and it’s starting to be a little demoralizing!” Wendy whines so pitifully. The sound is so soft compared to my whines, which sound like screams as my whole body shakes. My thighs are spread so far apart, and my skirt is bunched up around my waist. My hips keep rolling, rocking, trying to do anything for more. “So, Jenny Neufield says she can get me a role. It’s a role that Colleen wants! It’s a big new drama, and she says that she’s looking for someone new, but they have to be good, or she’ll never convince anyone to turn down the one and only Colleen Tarlington…
“All I gotta do?” I already know what she’s going to say. It’s hard to be sure of why, when my head is so… muddy… so wet… so… ohhhh… but I… I know…? I… I think… It was… it was probably sex…? How do I… how do I know that? “Sleep with her!” Wendy giggles in delight, but I care so much more about the way she lifts up one of my breasts and sucks on my nipple so hard that my eyes cross.
Ohhh it feels… like… it feels like her tongue is swirling around deep between my eyes, and when she sucks, everything just goes so quiet, and it feels… feels so…
My nipple slides out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop. The sound snaps me back to my senses. I… where was I…? I felt like… like everything just went… went away…
“So, naturally? I sleep with her! I fuck her really good. She’s apparently used to people without their hearts really in it… but I go to town.” Wendy rubs her breasts into the back of my head, and I moan at how soft she feels, how warm she feels, how… how… Don’t I have a wife…? “She’s an older chick, sure, but have you seen… I mean, of course you have. I saw the pictures! You saw that pussy. Like, I’m kinda into everything, but a pussy like that? Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I earned that role. Proud of it!”
She sounds proud of it, and I’m so happy for her! She worked really hard and she deserves everything that she gets! I try to moan louder, to make sure she knows it, but I can’t do that. All I can do is writhe as she pinches my nipples, and ohhh… p-pulls them… s-so… so tight… so my tits feel so stretched out… so… ohhhhh… fuck… they feel so heavy…!
Have they always been… so… big…? Nnnn it’s like the weight in my head is in them too… Mmmm but I like having big tits for Wendy… Mmm… Wendy…
Wendy is such a hot name…
She giggles and purrs. “Mmm. Beatrice?” Something in my mind… When she says my name like a question, it’s just so… it’s like it’s reaching me in a deeper way, like it’s… like it’s more intense…? “Stand up for me, please? This is about what I want, and I could like… order you between my legs, and take all kinds of pictures, but… well… I’ll explain…!”
“Mmm only if you want to, Wendy…! You know I’m yours…!” Mmm the words don’t come from me, but they come out of my lips. It feels… hot. I rise up from the chair, and almost fall forward onto the table. My legs are sooo weak right now!
Wendy’s been making my cunny get all runny, and my brain just feels so… burnt out…? It’s all… like… mmmm it feels like someone shoved my toaster-brain into a pool, or…
But someone definitely filled it with some really slutty toast first! My cunt is so needy, and my tits feel so hot, and I just… feel… so… like I just want her to wreck me! I’m totally hers, but… ohhh a girl still has needs!
She pushes herself against my back. She’s shorter than me, and that just makes it more fun when her tits rub against my back, and her hands start to claw up my thighs. Mmm… leaning against Wendy makes it a lot easier to stand, and her touches make it a lot easier to scream! My eyes roll back into my head, and I just let myself be a hot, wet mess for my girl. Or… I’m her girl… but… what does that make her to me…?
Lips bite at my back, and each time I scream a little louder. Her fingers pull my panties away. They were so wet they felt glued to my skin. Mnnnn… ohh… I feel so much better with Wendy’s fingers inside of me! My pussy feels like it was made for her fingers!
One of her hands is still lifting and squeezing at one of my tits, but her hand between my thighs… ohhh… it’s moving so quiiick…! “Jenny was fun, honestly… Not as fun as you? But she was sexy. She was hot. She didn’t even mind me writing up a quick contract on a cocktail napkin. She knew it would be worse for me than her, but… then she went to work, left me in her pad, and I found a certain tape… women like Jenny are just loaded with ammo, y’know? Not that they’d wanna use, but for someone like me… She isn’t the first casting director I’ve slept with…”
NNnhaaaa…! Her fingers curl inside of me, rubbing that spot inside that makes my knees want to give out, and my mouth just drool sooo much. I can’t close my mouth. I can’t stop myself from screaming! I don’t want to!
No one fucks me like Wendy…! No one has ever fucked me like Wendy…!
Have I ever… have I ever fucked anyone else…? All I can remember is Wendy… All I want is Wendy… Wendy… Wendy!
“And I figure, hey… what’s a better way to win than to steal my rival’s girl? I got her role… and now I’ve got her wife… And you kinda just signed over the deed, babe.” Wendy bites my shoulder, hard. I scream so loud I can barely hear what she says next. “Why don’t you flip through it, huh…? Just for me… Beatrice? Flip through it, while I make you cum, please…!”
“O-o-ohhhhhh W-wendyyyyy darliiiiing…! Fuuuck… Anything for my loooove!” It’s so hard to make my eyes stop crossing, but I lift up the contract and flip through it.
So much of it is so boring… Mmmnnn but I force myself to look through it as her fingers move inside of me with such precision. She doesn’t just fuck with passion, she fucks with skill! Nobody can make a girl cum like my Wendy! She’s the love of my liiiife…!
The contract keeps… mmm keeps mentioning some woman named Colleen… but why would I care about anyone else…? Of course I’ll transfer all of my love from Colleen to Wendy… I signed this, right…? Mmnnn it says something about needing permission to speak my own thoughts… something about her touch making me feel better than anyone else’s… something about how effective on signing, she gets to decide what I remember, and how smart I am, how my mind works, and it goes into specifics about how I’m supposed to think right after I sign…
But all of that is just how I feel, just how I am! Why would I need to sign this…? It’s just… it’s just making me… agree to be me…?
Giggles and moans fill the air, and so does the sound of my wet, hungry pussy trying to squeeze around her fingers while it’s overflowing. Every thrust of her fingers is sooo loud… it makes my pussy sound so lewd, so desperate to cum all over her hand! It’s true, but it doesn’t need to give away what a horny little slut I am for my extra precious Wendy!
Mmm… unless she wants it to…!
Her teeth nip my ear, and I almost collapse. Her nails twist my nipple, and everything feels so… feels so… “Beeeeatrice?” Ohh that feeling, my mind, like it’s kneeling, like it’s standing at attention… “Cum for me, please?”
“Yesssss Wendy…!” My knees start to shake in a whole new way. My thighs twitch so dramatically as I arch my back even more into her hand. “Everything for youuu!”
I cum, I knooow I cum, but it’s so intense that it’s hard to really feel anything, anything but how much I love my Wendy, how much I want to please her, how much I want to satisfy her, how much I want her to use my body, to use me, to love me, to be with me… I just want us to be together forever!
I’d do anything for her career! I’d fuck anyone, I’d be fucked by anyone… I want to be her slave, her pet, her whore! I want to belong to Wendy!
When I’m done cumming, I’m on the floor, my hands between my legs, rubbing. Did Wendy tell me to do something and I don’t remember it? Everything feels so fuzzy, so strange… It’s hard to keep track of anything, but it feels too hot! I need to try, even if I can’t keep up!
Wendy’s holding out her phone, and I can hear that she’s taking pictures, but I don’t even care. My tits are hers. My pussy is hers. My ass is hers! All of my body belongs to my Wendy!
She licks her lips, and I wiggle for her. “Goddess… You are such a hot piece of ass. I totally just cuckolded my rival with this, right? That definitely counts as a win… Now the question’s just how long I have you stay with her, even though you’re my girl. I guess I’ll sleep on that…”
I moan, nodding. Nodding makes me nuzzle into the floor, and the carpet is so soft. It feels nice, even though if I’m nuzzling a carpet I’d rather it be hers… if she has one? I don’t know if Wendy shaves. I don’t really care either way. Pubic hair can be cute! What really would matter to me is that it was Wendy’s pussy, or a pussy that would help Wendy get ahead! Her happiness is the most important thing to me!
“Beatrice?” My mind shudders. I stop what I’m doing, and I focus all of my attention on the wonderful woman I love more than life itself. “Kneel for me, knees apart, back arched… pleeeeease…?”
“Mmmm yes, Wendy… Anything my owner desires…” I’m still so dizzy, but moving for Wendy is something I can always do. Being what Wendy wants comes so naturally, it’s so…
I arch out my breasts and spread my legs after I finally sit up on my knees. I feel so exposed like this… but I like that! My Wendy can see all of me, all of what she can command, feel, fuck, use… That’s how it should be! I grin up at her, my eyes still feeling so hazy. I just want to rub my pussy against her shoe, or beg her to fuck me again, or… Mmm anything she wants, really.
As long as what I’m doing makes sure that Wendy is happy, I don’t mind!
“Good girl, Beatrice… Such a good girl…” She sighs, and lifts up the contract. Oh. It fell when I came. I’d feel bad about it, but that feels too difficult. “Beatrice Tarlington sounds way worse than Beatrice Maier, right? I think the second one sounds a lot better. Tell me how you really feel about it, Beatrice.”
My lips feel so strange. When I try to speak, this time… it works! “Mmm I like Maier better… that’s your name, right? But you can make it whatever you want!”
Wendy grins down at me, and pushes her shoe between my legs. I whine, and start to hump her fuck-me-red pump. My pussy is soooo wet, and pressing it against Wendy, against something she owns? It feels soooo good! She’s watching my tits bounce, watching my hips shake… this must be heaven!
“I think we’ll keep it Tarlington for just a little longer… I think I want you to break her heart in public. You won’t even remember our little meet-ups… not until it’s time for you to be my trophy wife.” She giggles, and it’s such a pretty sound!
It starts off such a quiet, sweet, innocent giggle… and it just keeps getting louder and louder! It’s so pretty! She’s so pretty! Her shoe feels soooo…
“Beatrice?” I keep grinding my hips, but I’m so focused on her words. “Cum, please?”
I scream, and my pussy gushes hot and wet all over her shoe. Nothing feels better than being Wendy’s girl. Nothing could feel better.
This is how I belong.
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