Subject: Story: The Taking of Julia 03/10 (mc Mf ff Ff)
From: Nineball 
Date: Tue, Dec 9, 1997 00:44 EST
Message-id: <348CDAD9.118@all.thanks>



The Taking of Julia.

Chapter 3/10

--- Julia's First Public Orgasm

Julia beamed with a comfortable, happy feeling as she ran her 
errands. Once at home, she cooked a good meal for herself. Then 
she settled down to finish a paper due next Monday. Sitting 
still in a chair proved to be too distracting. The pressure on the 
enforcer kept her in a heightened state of sexual desire. 
Remembering that she thought clearer the other way she switched 
the enforcer to her mouth, pointing it down out of sight. Now 
she could think straight. Without feeling fatigue, without 
losing concentration, she finished the paper in two hours. She 
proof read it twice, and couldn't believe how few errors she had 
made. With only several minor revisions, she spell checked it 
and was done. Julia instinctively knew that this keen ability to 
concentrate was a gift, a part of her new self.

After blasting through a pile of reading, she realized how late it 
was, and went to bed. A half an hour later she still wasn't 
asleep. The enforcer in her mouth was keeping her alert. After 
returning it to her ass she masturbated herself to sleep. 

Even though she woke up masturbating several times from 
furiously erotic lesbian dreams, Julia got up refreshed the next 
morning. She put in one of the three workout video tapes she 
been given by Slut. It was indeed an exercise tape containing 
twelve different half hour workouts. The exercises were all 
demonstrated by a naked, large chested, powerfully built woman who 
introduced herself as Tight Fuck. Always wearing an enforcer, 
the exercises she prescribed formed an excellent, aerobic, full 
body workout. The activities Tight Fuck led were geared toward 
making the participant a strong, flexable, and agile sex 
partner. There were lots of leg, hip, and back stretches. Torso 
and leg strengthening exercises seemed to go on forever. Cunt felt 
helplessly compelled to do each exercise to the fullest of her 
ability. She knew instinctivly that Sir had removed her free 
will in this matter, and she struggled to keep up.

A consistent component of nearly every exercise was an 
exaduraded hip thrusting motion used during copulation. Tight 
Fuck's rythmic monologue was a constant obscene sexual prattle. 
She mostly talked about fucking Sir's hard cock and how good it 
felt and it kept Cunt right on the edge of orgasm. She 
fantasized about having sex with Sir the entire half hour, and 
could feel a ghost version of him penetrating her. Several times 
she felt Sir come, His cock throbbing and squirting in her, taking 
her even closer to an orgasm. Judging by the occasional grunts 
from Tight Fuck, she too was feeling Sir's phantom orgasms. At the 
end of this and each segment, Tight Fuck and Cunt lay back with 
lifted legs and masturbated for a few moments. Then, Tight Fuck 
looked right at the camera, right into Cunt's eyes, she said 
"Yesss!" Tight Fuck squirmed in her own orgasm, but Cunt could 
not, because Sir had blocked her from getting herself off. She 
turned the tape off, horny and drenched in sweat. It occured to 
her that Tight Fuck had acheaved an orgasm by herself. Cunt 
wondered if Sir would ever let her satisfy herself.

She got up and showered and shaved thoroughly, spending extra time 
at the mirror doing her face. While eating a good breakfast, Julia 
reflected that she never used to eat breakfast. Sir must have 
included some life-style programming into her new Cunt personae.

It took some real concentration to "sit" still in classes. But 
Julia realized that with her new found ability to read and work 
independently, classes were less important.

That afternoon Julia cut through the Student Center on her way 
to the library. As she walked past the bookstore, she noticed 
someone she recognized inside. A beautiful woman her own age was 
wearing a miniskirt and a body stocking. Julia wrestled for a 
moment with the conflicting emotions. Intellectually she knew 
she had never met this woman. Yet she felt total familiarity 
with her, like they were high school buddies. Julia wanted to rush 
up and kiss her. She pressed her knees together, flexing her buns. 
The phallus between her legs started drawing the horniness right 
out of her. She watched from a distance as the Sister paid for her 
purchases, leaving the store.

Julia could not resist, and approached the stranger. "Hi, Sister."

"Well, hello." The woman smiled back and walked over, giving Julia 
a very indiscrete hug and a wet kiss on the lips. Even though it 
embarassed Julia to do so in public, her hand reached between 
the stranger's legs and felt briefly. Then she smelled her fingers 
and grinned

The other woman was not brief at all. She held Julia close and her 
hand lingered in Julia's crotch, probing and exploring. "What is 
your name, Sister?" she asked, finally giving her fingers a deep 
sniff.

"My name is Cunt." Julia was proud.

The woman looked up and down Julia lewdly, examining her excellent 
body. "Well done, Sir." she said absently. "My name is Whore. Do 
you have a few minutes? Could we talk?"

"Sure. Lets get some coffee." Julia saw that this new Sister was 
not really as beautiful as she first thought. She had a large 
and bony frame. She wore a lot of makeup that made her seem pretty 
from a distance. On a Saturday night she could pass for a street 
hooker. 'Interesting name Sir chose, Whore.' she thought.

As the two walked down the hallway, Whore pulled Julia close and 
put her arm around her. This public display of lesbian affection 
was beginning to make Julia nervous.

"How long have you been one of us, Cunt?" Whore asked, emphasizing 
the name, pushing Julia's buttons.

"Only since yesterday."

"Have you met any of the others, yet, my sweet little Cunt?" You 
could cut the sexual overtones in her voice with a knife.

"Just Erica at the store."

"Shit! That bitch always gets 'em first" There was a mean tone 
that startled Julia. Whore's hands wandered around Julia's ribs, 
brushing against the lower edges of her boobs. "Well, Cunt, you 
and I are going to have some fun."

"But I've got to get to the library."

"Come on, Cunt. This won't take long." Whore found one of 
Julia's nipples and gave it a pinch. "Besides, you can't resist 
me, you horny, fuckable Cunt."

Julia was shocked. This rude woman was feeling her up in public. 
She was right, though. A growing voice inside said, 'Yes, I am 
horny and I want to fuck right now.' Julia knew her blushing was 
only partly caused by embarrassment.

The two women were in the cafeteria, now. Whore still had her 
hands all over Julia. She wanted to run upstairs to find a private 
lounge, but Whore seemed in control of both her desires and 
actions. Julia could not resist doing exactly what Whore was 
telling her to do.

"Get in line at the espresso counter, Cunt."

Julia's free will had abandoned her. She complied with Whore's 
instructions. Once in line, she leaned against the wall. Her 
legs were getting wobbly. Whore stood right behind her, rubbing 
her tits against Julia's back. Julia could feel her hot breath 
in her ear. Whore reached between her own legs. Dipping two 
fingers into her self, she then rubbed her stinking female 
juices under Julia's nose. Julia's eyes opened wide at the odor 
and she curled her upper lip up, sniffed deep, and smiled. The 
musky odor of Whore's pussy melted any fragment of self control 
she had left. Powerless to resist, she submitted totally to the 
domination being exerted over her.

Whore whispered, "I'll bet your tight little CUNT is dripping wet. 
...  That's it, Cunt, higher now." She slipped her hand up Julia's 
skirt and gripped the enforcer with her thumb and finger. She 
pushed the tip back and forth across Julia's clit. "I think I'll 
take you over to my place, CUNT, and I'll handcuff your hot, horny 
body to my bed, CUNT. I'll shove a big rubber dildo in your 
tight little CUNT, and I'll rape your slimy, sloppy wet CUNT, over 
and over." 

The dirty talk got to her and at that moment Julia orgasmed. 
Dropping her books, she grabbed the counter and stiffened her 
body. She didn't make any noise, but it was evident what was 
happening to her. After a bit, she relaxed her hold on the 
counter. She glanced about, and several other people in line 
were staring at her. But Whore was gone, no where to be seen. 
Humiliated, she gathered up her books and ran out of the 
cafeteria. 

As her wits returned, she vowed that the next time she met 
Whore, she would get even. Julia realized that talking dirty to 
a Sister must work kind of like tickling. If you can suppress your 
own urges at first and take an aggresive lead early, you can 
take control of the situation. And once in control, she could 
probably make a Sister do anything she wanted.

The stinking film of Whore's vaginal discharge was still 
clinging to Cunt's upper lip. Cunt went into a restroom to clean 
up. She couldn't bring herself to wash it off, though. Instead she 
looked up and down at herself, checking her hair and makeup. She 
sat on a toilet and rubbed herself between the legs, which induced 
a session with Sir's imaginary cock. The lingering odor of Whore 
remained with her for the next hour, distracting her with sexy 
fantasies. She couldn't shake the image of herself tied to a bed 
with Whore wearing a strap-on dildo screwing her relentlessly. 
Dispite her intellectual displeasure with what Whore had done to 
her, Julia curled her lip against her nose, sniffed deep, and 
smiled lewdly.

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