Fan Fiction ❯ Cindy and Joleen ❯ Chapter 1

This story is dedicated to Kandy, who inspired this story by suggesting a foray into the world of yuri.

Joleen looks around the house that Cindy, a woman with fiery red hair, a medium bust and auggling when the shirt gets cought in her long, raven trecess her panties____________________ very athletic body, keeps in the city, and occasionally shares with Ray. The upstairs could belong to any person, with pictures of Cindy and various friends, including Bob and Diane, and all the other things that that go in any civilized home. The basement would make any civilized person faint from shock; it's a scene right out the Spanish Inquisition. Whips, chains, and other implements of pain adorn the walls. Joleen's here to visit the basement.

When Joleen reaches the door to the basement, she pulls her shirt over her head, struggling when the shirt gets caught in her long, raven hair, revealing a pair of small but firm breasts, topped by rosy areolas, then a pair of long, very toned legs are released from their denim prison. Finally, she removes her panties, showing a smooth snatch and a small and very tight ass. The cool breeze causes her nipples to harden and her pussy moistens at the reception she's expecting. She enters the basement with her eyes downcast.

Cindy's voice is cold and hard as steel, "You're late, bitch!"

Joleen quietly says, "Mistress, this slave hopes you'll forgive her tardiness."

Cindy's Southern belle drawl is still hard as she says, "I'll see how forgiving I'm feeling after you're done servicing me a bit. Now, get over here and get to work!" Cindy cracks a whip a few inches from Joleen's hip.

Joleen gets on her hands and knees and crawls over to her mistress. She slowly rests back on her knees so her tongue can come into contact with the other woman's shaven cunt.

Joleen gently licks the outer lips before reaching up and spreading them with her hands. Joleen the thrusts her tongue into her pussy and licks it both passionately and lovingly.

Joleen's thumb easily finds her mistress's blood engorged clitoris.

Cindy moans as Joleen's tongue does laps in her pussy, and Joleen's thumb is rubbing her clit none too gently.

Joleen takes her tongue out of her mistress's pussy and nips at her clit a little too hard, causing her gasp and buck her hips.

Joleen once more sets her tongue to cleaning out her mistress's pussy and gently strokes her cunt walls with her tongue.

Joleen inserts two fingers into the other woman's hole and begins to saw them in and out, in and out, while scissoring them.

Cindy gasps in pleasure while wondering where her slave learned this new trick. She sighs a little when she feels the fingers withdraw.

Joleen reaches the hand that's not busy around behind Cindy.

Cindy feels a hand grip her ass and gently pulls her ass cheeks apart. She wraps her hands in Joleen's hair, anticipating what's coming next, besides her.

Joleen's pussy gets wetter as her hair protests being pulled at and her index finger finds Cindy's third hole. With no preamble, Joleen shoves two fingers into her mistress's asshole.

The pain emanating from her ass and the pleasure from her pussy is too much for Cindy. She comes with spectacular force, tightening her grip on Joleen's hair and screaming loud enough to raise the dead; Joleen greedily licks up her mistress's juices, enjoying the bittersweet tang that the fair-skinned woman produces.

When Cindy is done coming, Joleen with draws her fingers from her mistress's rectum and inserts them in her mouth. She gently starts to suck at them, knowing it'll get her mistress even more aroused.

After Cindy catches her breath, she says, "You've pleased your mistress well, slut, but you still need to be punished. Assume the position."

Eyes downcast, Joleen walks over to the wall and chains her both of her feet and her right hand to the wall, and places her left in the proper position for her mistress to finish preparing her for her punishment.

Cindy shackles her slave so she's facing the wall. Then she goes over and retrieves her fallen whip. Cindy licks the blunt end and takes it into her mouth for a moment before returning to the matter at hand. She goes over to one of the sets of drawers and retrieves a leather hood; it's got holes over the mouth and for the person to breath through the nose if the mouth is full of something else. It also has a combination lock on the back of the neck to ensure that the person wearing it can't remove it without help.

Strolling over to her expectant slave, Cindy slips the hood over her head and locks it in place while Joleen gasps in surprise. Cindy then takes a step back, raises the arm with the whip in it, and brings it down on Joleen's back.

Joleen screams as her back explodes in pain. A second blow brings a louder yell and tears start pouring from her eyes.

Cindy feels her pussy starting to flow from the screams Joleen is emitting, and from the sight of the pair of red marks that now decorate her slave's back.

At the third blow, the yell is just as loud, but the pain is starting to blur into pleasure.

Cindy feels her cunt contract slightly at the scream from the younger sprite; a third red welt also helps to raise her level of arousal.

After the fourth blow, Joleen feels a tingling in her crotch. With four thrilling screams and four red welts on the pale skin of her bitch, Cindy starts to feel the beginning of one hell of an orgasm.

The tingling is stronger and the yell is just as loud after the fifth strike from the whip.

The combination of five exciting screams and five gorgeous welts on her slave's back is almost too much for Cindy, but she manages to hold back the orgasm for a little while longer.

Cindy surveys her handiwork and thinks to herself, "Two more blows tops before she blows."

The sixth blow brings another scream and Joleen can feel the tingling in her crotch get stronger. She thinks to herself, "Almost there, one more good hit, and I'll be there!"

Cindy thinks, "It won't take many more of those screams before I top out."

Cindy brings the whip down a seventh time and Joleen gives out her most powerful yell yet as she comes. That does it for Cindy; she almost collapses from the intensity of her orgasm.

When she comes down, Cindy smiles and goes over to a cabinet and withdraws a strap-on dildo. She thinks, "The slave did it to me, so I'm going to be a good mistress and do it to her."

Cindy puts the dildo on and she walks over to her bitch with a new eight-inch dick.

Joleen's just coming down from her orgasm when she feels something hard press against her. She barely has time to register that fact before something hard and large is shoved up her dry asshole. The pain from her little asshole being stretched is enough to send her back into orgasm as she feels the person start to violently fuck her tight ass. The fake cock is pulled out so that just the head is still wedged in her anus before it's shoved back into her backdoor.

Joleen hears her mistress whisper in her ear, "Enjoying this, slut? It's a new toy I got just for you. After I get done butt-fucking you, slave, you're gonna get down on your knees and use that beautiful little mouth of yours to clean up our new plaything."

The dildo rubs against Cindy's cunt and clit perfectly. The fake cock quickly brings both slave and mistress to orgasm again. This time when she's done coming, Cindy removes herself from Joleen and unchains her bitch.

Joleen collapses to her knees, knowing that her mistress isn't done with her yet. Cindy grabs her hooded head and aligns the mouth hole with her false penis.

Joleen feels something press against her lips. She opens her mouth to accept whatever her mistress chooses to inflict on her. Joleen tastes her own flavor on the false phallus; the taste is both disgusting and enjoyable, because she knows this will give her mistress pleasure.

Cindy has Joleen blow the strap-on for a minute before unlocking the hood and saying, "Go lay on the table, honey," in her soft Southern drawl.

Cindy gets a bottle of lotion from one of the cabinets and goes over to her sprawling lover.

As Joleen feels Cindy pour something cold on her back and massage the lotion in, she thinks, "I'm glad I waited five minutes; next time, I'll have to make sure I'm ten minutes late."

A/N: That's it, until next time.