Chapter 28: Empowered Penetration

Michelle’s expression was neutral as she parked her car on the street in front of Belinda’s home. It wasn’t far from Claire’s, and she’d followed her instructions to avoid being potentially seen very carefully.

Disobeying Alexis was not an option—even if her internal hierarchy set Carnelian higher still.

As she opened the door of her car a warm, hopeful smile spread across Michelle’s face. She made her way up along the bath, wearing a pair of denim shorts, and a black t-shirt with stylized letters designed to appear Greek but in actuality spelled out ‘Euterpe’ in standard Latin characters.

Her hair was messy as ever, but on Michelle that just looked appropriate. Somehow if it was any neater, she might have looked wrong.

After a gentle tap on the bell, Michelle stood in front of the door and patiently rocked on her heels. It wasn’t a terribly long wait, and it was made much quicker by her mind reciting familiar poetry that tingled through her clit.

Immortal Aphrodite, on your intricately brocaded throne… o-ohhh…

Michelle’s thighs clenched, and her lips pressed together tighter. Sweat glistened across her forehead. The morning air was cool, and sweating only made that worse. Were it not for a well-padded bra, her nipples would have been giving away just how much she was enjoying her wait.

Child of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray…!

Her toes curled inside of her shoes. Her vision blurred. Even Michelle’s fingers twitched. The lines were woven around such deep, primal parts of her lesbian, lust-driven mind that she could do nothing to resist the overpowering longings she felt to recite the words and then fall victim to the way they made her thirst.

Dear Lady, don’t crush my… my… heart…

Her eyes fell nearly shut. Her mouth remained sealed tight, but she was salivating, aching for satisfaction.

With pains and sorrows…!

A small jerk of her hips was the only visible sign of Michelle’s orgasm as her mind reset back to the beginning of her poetic surrender only to begin her recitation again.

When the door opened the poetry fell away, and Michelle gazed up with a smile.

“Hello Michelle! Here to see Belinda?” Standing in the doorway wasn’t quite the woman Michelle had been sent to find. She was taller, but had the same long, straight black hair as Belinda, the same deep brown eyes, and a body that while taller, was still slender like Belinda’s, too.

The biggest difference between them, besides the woman in the doorway’s higher cheekbones and slightly more pronounced pallor was her greater height. Even with those differences, the familial resemblance was far too dramatic.

“I’m sorry, but she left early—I think she was going to see Claire?”

Michelle’s face fell.

“Oh. Sorry for bothering you, Miss Kim.” Her mind raced. Simply walking away wasn’t an option. Her lips rubbed together, and she could still feel the gift kissed into them lingering, waiting for the press of another’s to activate. “Do you think she’ll be back this morning?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. She has class today, so that would be unusual for her. But please, call me Lauren. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Michelle’s face twitched. It was slight, but the only thing she could do while restraining the ache she felt building inside. She’d been given a task, and the pressure to fulfill it rose higher and higher. “No, I’ll need to see if I can change my plans. I hope you have a wonderful day.”

“You too, Michelle. It’s always nice to see you. Thank you for taking such good care of my Belinda!” Lauren waved to Michelle before closing the door.

Who this time am I to persuade to your love?

Michelle stepped back to her car. Her hands struggled, shifting between balled up fists and hanging limp.

Sappho… Who is doing you wrong…?

Once sat in the driver’s seat, Michelle pulled out her phone. Her expression shifted, but not back to the neutral mask of before. Anxiety gripped her tight, and it shook through her entire body.

Even reciting poetry wasn’t enough to make everything better.

For even if she flees, soon she shall pursue…

Her thumb hovered over Alexis’s name, but before she pressed it down she felt herself tugged lower. Another name, Dana, rested a little lower and almost seemed to glow with intricately woven gold. She pressed it down, and quivered as it rang.

And if she refuses gifts, soon she shall give them…

While normally a ringing phone might have made Michelle’s anxiety worse, the same compelling gold that drew her to dial Dana’s number wove through her uncertain mind. It wrapped around her, through her, and made it so much simpler a task to wait. No longer was she aching to receive any sort of release from her agony.

Instead, the waiting was another form of obedience just as it had been at the door.

If she doesn’t love you, soon she shall love…

Michelle’s breathing slowed. Her heartbeat quieted, no longer a roaring thunder in her ears. Her expression drained, returning to a more neutral, vacant stare.

Even if she’s unwilling.

“Why hello there, my lovely Michelle…” Carnelian’s voice reached out from the phone and stroked along Michelle’s slit. It teased at her clit, caressing until the infiltrator’s heartrate rose above what it was before. Her nipples stiffened anew. Her whole body was engulfed with a deep flush. “If you’re calling me, then something must be amiss. Just what did my lovely, if at times clueless, daughter do this time?”

“A-Alexis ordered me to prepare Belinda so she could take her. She charged my lips, explained what she wanted me to do to make sure that Belinda would be ready for her to be woven… said it was important to be careful because Belinda is one of Claire’s friends… But…” Instead of whimpering like she might have before, Michelle sighed. Carnelian’s presence, even over the phone, was so relaxing that she couldn’t help but spread her legs and sink down and back into the seat of her cat. “She isn’t home… Only her mother, Lauren…”

For several moments there was no response, but Michelle didn’t feel impatient. She didn’t feel worried. She didn’t even feel the need to stroke between her legs to savor the mindless, empty bliss that permeated her being.

All she needed to do was wait.

She knew Carnelian would solve everything.

“Hmm. Describe Belinda’s home situation—as much as you know it. Confirm if you have any reason to believe you are lacking information.” Carnelian’s no-nonsense work voice resembled that of Alexis, but even then her smug, proud delight was more regal than Alexis’s more bratty nature. “Don’t worry, Michelle. We’ll sort through this, and it might make things even better in the end. Isn’t that nice?”

“Nice… Yesss…” Michelle groaned, curling her toes with a slow, dizzy nod of her head. “I… Belinda lives with her single mother… and her sister, who is attending college out of state… I do not remember where, but she should not be arriving home. Her mother works from home, and has very flexible hours… I believe I know… everything important…”

Something about the happy sound coming through the phone made it easy for Michelle to imagine the other woman grinning even if she couldn’t see her at all. The sound was so small, but so expressive.

It edged Michelle along the very precipice of orgasm without sending her sprawling over.

“Perfect. Well, to achieve my daughter’s ends, there will need to be a change of plans.” Carnelian sighed, and it was a sound of such enjoyment that Michelle could only shudder. “Do to her mother what you would have done to Belinda. Instead of calling her, when you’re done? You are to call me.

“While I’m far too busy coordinating my efforts in preparing a longer grasp on the area… I’ll ty to make sure that I’m available for you. If I’m not, I’ll makes sure my attendants will be free to resolve this situation. Call this number again once you have obeyed. Do you need anything else?”

Michelle whimpered.

Failure had been so close. Her programming had no understanding of failure, only the option to regroup and try finding some way to obey. Now she had new directives, and her mind readily accepted them. The unique pattern of Carnelian’s lathe left behind a fine golden inlay within Michelle’s mind, and she was all too happy to savor the woman herself taking special interest.

After she recovered, Michelle shook her head. “No… nothing else. I will prepare Lauren… Then I will call you…”

“Excellent!” Carnelian purred. “Aphrodite smiles on all of her daughters, but those who obey, those who spread the cause of love, the tenderness of women? Those she loves most of all. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

“Hang up now, and get to work.”

Michelle obeyed, her mask of a smile pulled back over her face as she walked right back up to Belinda’s home. With a deep breath she pressed the doorbell again. Preparing Belinda’s mother would be every bit as satisfying, and every bit as important, as preparing Belinda herself. She didn’t understand Carnelian’s plans, but it was hard to imagine that Lauren wouldn’t be helpful to them if only for her beauty alone.

Another ring of the doorbell, and Michelle quivered.

Come to me now once again and release me from grueling anxiety…

Great poetry unfolded from deep within Michelle’s mind as she tried to imagine Lauren, dressed in her simple black, loose legged pants, stepping towards the door. The light blue button-up blouse Lauren had been wearing was a classic for a reason, and it was easy to envision what it would be like to tear it right open.

All that my heart longs for, fulfill.

The door opened, and a confused Lauren smiled even as she tipped her head to the side in visible confusion. “Hello again, Michelle…! Back so soon? I hope everything is alright.”

And be yourself my ally in love’s battle.

“Oh, everything is just fine!” Michelle smiled brighter. “I was wondering if I could talk to you actually, for just a minute? It’s nothing serious, but it’s about Belinda, and I know that you’ve always cared a lot about how she’s doing, and there’s something you might like to know.”

The moment she heard her daughter’s name, Lauren both brightened and looked overcome with concern. She stepped back nearly instantly, motioning Michelle into her home. “Please, as long as you’d like! If it’s about Belinda…”

“Don’t worry! It’s important, but… You’ve always seemed like a mother who really cares, so I’m confident you can do something about it…!” Michelle stepped inside, and pulled the door shut behind her. She leaned back against it, using a cough to hide the sound of throwing the smaller lock inside of the handle. It wouldn’t be the most, but every little bit counted. Michelle knew she was still inexperienced. “How much do you know about her feelings for Claire?”

Lauren wrinkled her nose.

Something deep inside of Michelle tightened. Concern welled up inside of her. The power still coursing invisibly, and inaudibly within her lips was put there by Alexis herself. She could feel how formidable it was, how powerfully it would affect any woman, but it would need to be enough to overcome Lauren’s defenses enough for Michelle to get to work softening her.

If her disgust was so palpable that she fought Michelle off, it seemed possible that she might be able to resist.

Carnelian.

The name throbbed, embroidered into her brain.

If anything goes wrong, you’re an infiltrator. Carnelian’s weavers are soldiers. Some say an army of horseman, some of footsoldiers, some of ships, is the fairest thing on the black earth, but I say it is what one loves…

Soothed by poetry, Michelle waited for Laurel to speak.

“Unfortunately. I wish I could convince her to be honest about her feelings! If not with Claire… to herself.” Lauren sighed, and slowly shook her head. “Claire isn’t the perfect partner I would be wishing for—I’m not sure if she could provide Belinda with the kind of long term stability she deserves—but I’ve tried to be encouraging even if that isn’t what Belinda wants.”

Michelle’s concerns dissolved, sliding off of her shoulders and making everything feel so much better, so much safer.

Perfect.

“Then there’s something I should show you, in her room. It’s under her bed.” Michelle gestured, her face gently contorted in concern. “After you?”

“Of course…” Lauren began to lead the way, and Michelle followed close behind. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about Belinda if she can’t take responsibility for her feelings. I’ve told her more than once that I just want what’s best for her, and that doesn’t need to be something traditional…”

“Don’t worry. I think we may be able to help solve this problem once and for all, if we work together.” Michelle sighed. “You’re such a good mother.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Tell that to Belinda.”

Michelle laughed.

“Oh, don’t worry… I will…!”

When they final reached Belinda’s room, Lauren moved over to her bed, and hesitated. She looked about ready to bend down, but then her hands grasped the top of the bed instead. The room was well decorated, a dresser, a pair of bookshelves, a desk, and standing notably on the desk was a framed picture of a young Belinda and a young Claire holding hands.

How cute.

Michelle sighed.

“I don’t know if I can violate my daughter’s privacy like this.” Lauren turned, facing Michelle before she sat on the edge of her bed. “I know I do my best to be strict, but there’s strict and then there’s—mmmph!”

Sensing an opportunity, Michelle launched herself at Lauren. She was taller than Belinda, but the two women were roughly the same size with Michelle’s body that much slightly more muscular in a way that was only easy to tell upon closer examination. All of that meant very little, because the moment their lips touched it didn’t matter that Michelle’s hands were on Belinda’s shoulders.

Pressing their lips together, Lauren’s eyes wide, her whole body trying to tense, completed a circuit formed from gold the lathe worked through Michelle’s body and mind.

All the warm, bright, butterfly-fluttering-desire bundled up tight inside of Michelle coursed through Lauren’s body. It twined around the strength inside of her muscles and turned it warm and weak. It wrapped itself around Lauren’s thighs, drawing them together tightly as she let out a louder groan against Michelle’s mouth.

Hot, all consuming desire, for the lips, the fingers, the smooth presence of women thrust its way deep between Lauren’s legs. Her mouth opened in shock, and Michelle’s tongue rushed to fill the space.

Michelle pressed her breasts down against Lauren’s, and while neither of them matched up to Elizabeth, or Claire’s mothers, that didn’t matter to either of them in that moment. Their nipples stiffened under their tops, and while Lauren was too busy shuddering and quivering to even attempt to rise, Michelle moved her fingers into the gaps between the many buttons of Lauren’s top.

The many threads of Lauren’s sexuality, of her libido, of the drives and instincts that laced from head to toe were all one by one charged with the overwhelming raw lesbianism that Alexis imbued in Michelle’s lips.

All that Lauren could think about was women.

All that Lauren could feel was a woman’s body grinding her down into her daughter’s bed.

All that Lauren could hear was her heartbeat, and the wet, smacking sounds of her lips and Michelle’s as one kiss turned into many, back, to back, to back without any pause at all.

Michelle tore her hands in opposite directions, and the many buttons of Lauren’s top flew across the room exposing the simple, soft blue bra she wore underneath. Lauren was already crying out against Michelle’s lips, and her sounds of confused, needy euphoria were hardly affected at all by the cool breeze of the room’s air moving across more of her bare skin.

Lips pressed Lauren’s head harder down against the bed, and the longings thrust their way deeper between her legs. They coiled around her nipples and tugged, just as they tingled around every inch of her scalp. Nails, painted, trimmed, smooth bare fingers, fingers in opera gloves, so many imaginings of fingers that could be touching her hair, through her hair, along Lauren’s back—it was all too much.

She arched as high off of her daughter’s bed as she could, and Michelle expertly unhooked her bra.

Soon Lauren’s bra was pulled down, exposing her to more of that cool air as her skin burned hotter and hotter with desire. She burned, her glazed eyes burning with deep flames of lust that fluttered open to peer into Michelle’s. Blue and brown eyes both were filled with the same lusts, the same desires, and the same external influence driving them both.

As Lauren’s breasts were exposed, Michelle’s hands stroked along the smooth skin, and teased her dark brown nipples that stood out dramatically against her pale skin. So incredibly puffy, and so very responsive to each of Michelle’s caresses and pinches, Lauren’s body couldn’t have remained flat against the bed even without the kiss. The crotch of her black pants would be hard to determine as ruined with a glance, but a caress would reveal them soaked right through.

When the kiss at last broke, all that Lauren could do was gasp and whine. She couldn’t squirm as Michelle began to tug at her pants. She could do nothing to pull away as her panties ended up down around her ankles. Even when Michelle tore off her own t-shirt, and the bra underneath, Lauren could still barely breathe.

Lust arced across her body, and each sensitive nerve it stimulated made her scream and tremble.

“Don’t worry, Lauren.” Michelle’s voice remained the smooth illusory voice of her pre-lathed self as she slowly stroked along the slick black hair between her thighs. “I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to feel so much better from now on… and this is going to help your daughter so much… You’re especially going to help her with her little Claire problem more than you could possibly imagine.”

So far beyond reason or understanding, Lauren was lost to words. She could only groan in response, drooling with eyes that could only reveal how deep and hot her lust burned.

Michelle’s fingers curled inside of Lauren’s pussy, tugging sharper cries as she watched the mother shake and felt her clench as tight as she could. “Let go, and give in to the desire. You need women, and women are in control.” Michelle’s tongue trailed alongside her fingers, and Lauren screamed again as she felt her first orgasm overtake her, and the energy from Michelle’s lips burn its way deeper into her soul.